| Wasted Youth by Kevin Medeiros May 29, 2001 She glanced in the mirror at her reflection, What she found there was far from perfection. She looked at her nose she considered too long, She looked at the lip that appeared all wrong. Her eyes were too tiny, her lashes too thin, Her cheekbones too high, and too rounded her chin. She hated her forehead, her skin type, her hair, She hated her looks and thought life was unfair. Then days turned to months and months became years, Girl turned to woman with new worries and fears. The woman grew older as time wandered by. Her face became wrinkled, her hands became dry. Now an old withered photo she's holding, She looks at the face that before her is unfolding. She stares at the pretty brown eyes full of light, She wishes it back with all of her might. She looks at the radiant smile she hated, Looks at the glow of the skin that's now faded. Beautiful color-rich hair she once had, That's now turned to silver and makes her so sad. She put her head down and started to cry, With beauty like that how could life pass her by? |
| Disguised Good things come And good things go Bad things come But never let go. Hiding behind a mask of joy Treating your emotions like some kind of toy. Becoming a better actress with each coming day Your life has become your new play. Keeping things deep within, withdrawing from the crowd. You're perfect, they clap, then you bowed. An attempt to sanctify corruption Brings nothing but desperation Seeking a way out of this hell Only causes you to dwell In the sadness and pain Living life has become a strain As each second passes by You find no reason to try To savage the dreams and goals you once had... 'Cause tomorrow's show will bring with it bad. |
| Gone My heart ignited with the flame of hatred Burns with anger towards life Towards friends, family, strangers; Towards the thought of living another day. The scolding embers slowly cooling Feeligns toward anything rapidly leaving. The last shimmer of hope gone. Buried beneath me. Just out of my reach. Gone. |
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