"Do You?"
You're good at making others happy, but what about yourself?
Do you make yourself happy?
You please the others around you but what about yourself?
Do you please yourself?
Do you know what it is that makes you happy?
What pleases you?
Or in your course to make others happy, have you lost what it is that makes you happy?
Does making others happy, pleasing others, making them proud, make you happy, please you, make you proud of yourself?
No? Of course not but its all you seem to have anymore that doesn't always mess up.
As long as you've pleased them, made them happy, made them proud, what else makes?
Does it matter if it makes you unhappy?
That it doesn't please you or make you proud of yourself?
That's not what matters, your unhappiness, the inability to please yourself or be proud of you because maybe you could've done better, made
more people happy, pleased more, made more proud of you, which is your goal, to make everyone happy, make everyone proud, and please
everyone.
Don't give your unhappiness, or the fact that you aren't proud or pleased with yourself a second thought.
Spend that second looking for someone else to make happy, to please, to make proud of you.
You're good at those things, never mind you aren't good at doing those things for yourself, it's not important

"When I"
When I look into your eyes I see happier days, not the clouds of unhappiness that once darkened my days.
When I look into your eyes my heart beats a happy tune, unlike the melancholy one it beats when I'm alone.
Your eyes remind me of the good times in life, no matter how long ago they may have been.
Your smile lights my room when I need it most.
You make me feel loved even if you don't know it, you do.
A touch of your hand, a kind word, a smile, a nod of acknowledgment, whatever it's there and I feel it.
The sound of your voice makes my heart stop, then beat twice as fast as normal. It warms me from the inside out.
When our eyes meet I start to blush then laugh it off as I think of you.
Your smile warms my soul when I'm cold and alone.
You make me feel more loved in a second than I've felt my whole life.
You understand everything about me and why I'm this way without me saying a word.
You show me life is worth living as long as you have someone to love.
They say eyes are the window to one's soul but I can all the way to your heart. 

"No Emotion"
I don't feel love
Love is an emotion
I feel only pain
Love isn't supposed to hurt
Not like this
You make me miserable
You cause pain.
Only no one sees it
Because I don't show it
Someday it will all be out
Everyone will see it
And they'll wonder why I stayed
But I could never leave
They'd judge me
Say it was my fault
I drove you away, to drink
But they'll never know how hard I tried
To stop you
You never listen
You drink too much, drive too fast
When you find out it'll be too late
You'll never change.
You'll always be the same
Never any different
Than you've always been
You feel no emotions
They say it's my fault
You loved and lived before me
When you part they'll find away
To say it's my fault
They'll hate me till I'm die
Some will hate till they die
They'll think I could have saved you
I'll take it because you were their pride
And I was the shame to everyone
Why change?
Might as well be what I've always been
You are 

"Your Love"
Your love is the only thing I live for.
Without it I am nothing.
It keeps me going on the hardest days.
I wake up in the morning because I know you're waiting to show me your love.
I sleep at night knowing dreams of you will come.
We have never met, only in my dreams.
But your smile makes me feel loved.
Your eyes warm my soul even on cold stormy night.
We will meet some day my love and you will feel the click I felt the first time I saw you.
The first time I heard or voice.
For me it was love at first glance.
For you it maybe love at second or third glance, but it will happen.
And all will be right. 

"Kiss Me Good-Bye"
Sitting with the knife blade so near that I can feel it's coolness I check the time.
Not quite time yet.
There's still time.
He may still come.
Even if it's a second to late, if he comes I'll die happy.
I'll start to repent soon for I may miss heaven after I commit this sin.
My note is written.
Placed where anyone could see it.
They'll notice my stationary and handwriting first but by the time the words sink in I'll be gone.
Repenting for all my sins in hopes of making it to heaven.
He'll see me here, soaked in blood, too late to save me but in time for me to know he came.
Maybe he'll tell me he loves me and kiss me goodbye.
And I'll do the same then be gone. 

"You Are"
You are prettier, but I am smarter.
You are more popular but more people truly like me.
You are skinnier but people don't judge me by my looks.
You are older but I look older.
You are spoiled but I have all I need.
You are all of this and more but most of all you are my sister and I will love you no matter what
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You are the only son but I am the baby.
You are the first born but my birthday is remembered more.
You are the only grandson but I am the favorite.
You are Mom's baby but I am her angel.
You are Daddy's only son but I am his little girl.
You are all this and more but most of all you are my brother and I will love you no matter what 

"I Am"
I am forgotten.
I am left out.
I am hated.
I am loved.
I am teased.
I am told of my inner beauty.
I am unpopular.
I am liked for myself.
I am odd.
I am unique.
I am a friend.
I am ugly.
I am fat.
I am unwanted by people.
I am happy with myself.
I am happy with life. 

"I Saw Him"

Version 1:
Mama, I watched a man die today. He was right in front of me. I saw him die.
Mama, it was so scary. He was so close to me. I had his glasses and his shoes.
Mama, he pointed at me. He looked at all of us. We stood there and screamed.
Mama, they found his body in front of where we were standing. Five more steps.
Mama, I watched a man take his last breath. I yelled at him, Mama. Told him to stop playing.
Mama, I was so scared. It could’ve been me. I almost went off. I changed my mind, Mama.
Mama, why did he die? He just came back the day before. He told us he wasn’t going to come back and leave again.
Mama, he lied. He left us. He wasn’t suppose to leave. He promised, Mama. He promised.
Mama, I watched him splash and instead of helping him I yelled at him. He came up three times, Mama. I saw him.

Version 2
I saw him, Mama.
I watched him take his final breath.
He looked at me before going back under.
I had his shoes and his glances.
She has them now but I had them then.
He came up once, twice, three times.
The third time was his last.
I yelled at him.
Told him to stop, that he was scaring us.
I saw him die, Mama.
I was so scared.
He wasn't suppose to die.
He just came back and left again.
I saw him Mama.

"Uncertain"
Uncertain of how I feel
Uncertain of how you feel
Do we feel the same?

Uncertain of what I want
Uncertain of what you want
Do we want the same?

Uncertain of what this is to me
Uncertain of what this is to you
Do we want friendship or something more?

Uncertain of when things became unclear to me
Uncertain of when things became unclear to you
Do we know what we want?

Uncertain if I want you
Uncertain if you want me
Do we want each other?

Uncertain of how I feel
Uncertain of how you feel
Are we in love?

Uncertain of what I want
Uncertain of what you want
Is each other's heart we want of just friendship?

Uncertain of what this is to me
Uncertain of what this is to you
Is this love or just friendship?

Uncertain of when things became unclear to me
Uncertain of when things became unclear to you
Are we too afraid to admit it?

Uncertain if I want you
Uncertain if you want me
Are we searching for love or just friendship?

Uncertain

"When Did I Grow Up?"
When did I grow up? When did I go from teddy bears and lullabies to pop music and schoolgirl crushes to rock music and computers? It
changed so quickly I didn't notice. Woke up one morning and the posters and teddy bears were gone.

The years go by so quickly. Former crushes fade into the background. Forgotten, yet still remembered. Fashion went from not caring to caring
back to not caring only to return to caring. Trying to stand out in the crowd while not being different enough for everyone to notice. You ask
yourself, "When did it change? When did I grow up?"

Life moves so quickly and if you don't watch out you get left behind. Reaching to be the three Ps, (pretty, preppy, and popular) become your
goals. Then you wake up and realize how unhappy you are. It's too late to go back and change it now. You've got your success, money, and not so
prefect life everyone thinks they want until they get it. And you ask yourself,  "Where did my happiness go? When did I grow up?"

Watching your daughter behaving so happy brings you back to your days of teddy bears and lullabies. Your daughter gets her first crush and you
flash back to your days of schoolgirl crushes and pop music. Watching your daughter remove her teddy bears as she readies herself to move on
in life, out of your house, you softly hear her ask, "Where did my childhood go? When did I grow?"

AS your daughter brings you new granddaughter into this world it becomes all too clear the choices you made that made you grow up. The teddy
bears and lullabies were the ways of a child searching for the prefect life. The schoolgirl crushes and pop music were for the preteen girl looking
for someone to share the prefect life of the younger child's dreams with. The rock music and 
computers were the teenaged girl who finally realized she couldn't make her childhood and preteen dreams of the prefect life and the prefect
someone come true.

"Is This Love?"
Is this love?
What I feel for you, this emotion, is this love?
Is this love?
The way your smile lightens my mood, the way your touch soothes me, the way your voice makes me feel, whether you're speaking or singing, is
this love?
Is this love?
The emotions I see in your eyes, mirrored in my own, is this love?
You sing and write about love, what I would like it to be, what I would like to feel for you, is this love?
Is this love?
How I feel for you, this emotion, that is more intense than anything I've ever felt,
more intense then what you sing about, what you write about, is this love?
Is this love?
What you feel for me, what I feel for you, is this love?
I hope and wish that this is love, but I still question is this love?
Is this love?
I hope so.

"I Don't Want You"
I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want you

I don't want you for your fame
I don't want you for you money
I don't want you for all you can do for me

I don't want you for your name
I don't want you for your cars
I don't want you for all you can buy for me

I don't want you for your houses
I don't want you for your accessories
I don't want you for all the places you can take me

I don't want you for where you've been
I don't want you for where you'll go
I don't want you for anything but who you are