| Struggle I've got issues I need to let go, But I am not sure If I want you to know. I've got problems I think I might break, But if I tell you My reputation you'll take. You might think different about me, I'm not sure if that's good or bad, You might decide to hate me And leave me lonely and sad. So I'm trying to decide If I should tell the truth. Bleed my bloody life, And still be left with couth. Kaitlin Cumpstone |
| Stereotype Why do they think I'm stupid Because of my blonde hair? I'm on the honor roll, But no one seems to care. People say I'm lucky To have hair this way. But others only tease, And then walk away. People say I'm a good person, Then why do I only have one good friend? There are so many things wrong with me, And there's nothing I can mend. My hair, my ears, my weight, my height, I don't know where to end. Why am I so unimportant?-Damn! Why can't the worl except me today the way I am? I walk around hating life, Because I am nothing, but a stereotype. Kaitlin Cumpstone |
| The Beautiful Tiger Parting of grasses - beautiful tiger - flutter of fern - beautiful tiger - moving through green through green his orange through green -beautiful tiger - moving through green through green through green his orange - beautiful tiger - under the vine -beautiful tiger - over the bush - beautiful tiger - branches of brown and brown his orange by branches of brown - beautiful tiger - branches of brown and brown by branches of brown his orange - beautiful tiger - loping a stream - beautiful tiger - gliding through tangle - beautiful tiger - gliding through tangle his orange through tangle his tangle through orange his orange through tangle - beautiful tiger - path to a clearing - beautiful tiger - whispering feet - beautiful tiger - disguised as an edge - beautiful tiger - looking Keith Gunderson |
| How I feel I don't even know what I feel anymore And all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs Cause I can't take this abuse from anyone I've taken this abuse too long since they abandoned me All of you, are gonna be waiting. Waiting for me to get through this torture, just so you can breathe. But what about those times when you said I'd be alright Were you lying? When you saw me crying? Or did you not know That it would be me with the breakdown. I'm weak. I can't feel anything And the only thing I'm sure of is the nauseating feeling underneath my Chest, from bottling it up. But believe me this is helping. More than You'll ever know. And I'm thanking you in advance, for your doing Absolutely nothing for me, and still helping me by listening. But are you Really listening? How am I to know, if I'll ever be cured. Did you feel like This before? Like I am now? How will you ever know, by reading this? This isn't me, and neither are you. So are you absolutely, positively sure? Kaitlin Cumpstone |
| On Broadway Some day I'll be, The greastest you'll ever see. Don't bother saying I'll never make it, I've heard it before and I know I can take it. On stage people will throw roses at my feet, They will wait at the stage door for me to meet. You say I won't be there for long, But I know I will because my heart is in the song. You know I can sing and you know I can dance, But still you tell me they won't take a second glance. Days are long because I work until the sky is black, I've made it this far I can't turn back. Even if I had the choice you couldn't make me go, Because no matter where I am my hearts at the show. People tell me I sing in my sleep, That's just because the song's in my soul so deep. I eat sleep and drink the part, But still you tell me it needs more heart. So I lay there at night sleepless crying, And I walk around all day sighing. I hear you say I should just go home, as I look into my coffee cup, I won't go home becuase I know someone wants to see me up, On Broadway. Katelyn Sarvas |
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