Feelings Make Me Real
You are not the boss of me
I Hate My Body
I hate my body,
My legs are too long.
My waist is too thick.
I won't go to school,
If I stay at home
The Loneliest
I'm not going steady.
There's no one waiting at the door
My love life's not the topic
This school's made up of partners,
Pout
No use acting nice to me
Angry
You can't hold me
If you talk to me, I'll fight you.
Though at first it wasn't you,
Now I'm angry with an anger
Wrong
I'd rather starve myself
If I had a place to crawl,
I'd rather hide for life in dark
Playing Games
You bet.
My Way is Better
Your way's
I won't whine or complain
I'm too old to say, "no,"
Bad Joke
Glasses and braces?
Why can't I feel normal?
Winners
It isn't that
The trick is, simply
Misery
If misery loves company,
Ten thousand people blubbering,
and what I feel inside.
Please don't say,
"let's see a smile,"
or tell me not to cry.
I am not too sensitive.
You think my inside's steel?
You can't tell me how to be,
feelings make me real.
I'm not going out.
I'll stay in this room
with my mouth in a pout
if I feel like it. I couldn't
care what you say.
It's embarrasing
to look this way.
My knees are like lumps.
My neck is too thin.
My face has these bumps.
My eyelids are limp.
My nose is too big.
I walk like a chimp.
I'm beyond repair.
And what's even worse,
I have hopeless hair.
then no one can tell.
Why couldn't I be
like everyone else?
I'm nobody's best friend.
I guess I'm 'bout the loneliest
that anybody's been.
at three for me to meet,
and if I'm late for lunch,
no one's saving me a seat.
of hot homeroom conversation,
like some old empty locker,
no one wants my combination.
two halves to every whole,
'cept me, left on the outside
like that clankin' old flagpole.
when I'm stuck in a pout.
I can't let your niceness in
until my mad wears out.
angry, angry,
When I'm angry
angry, angry.
There's no comfort
in your touching when I'm mad.
If you reach for me, I'll bite you,
'cause I'm angry,
'cause I'm angry,
'cause I'm mad.
I was mad, but not at you,
till you held me,
or you tried,
to push my mad aside.
I'm a raging storm inside.
You can't hold me
and you tried.
Now I'm angry 'cause you tried.
you can't hold and I can't hide,
angry, angry
angry, angry.
Can't control me,
angry, angry.
You can't hold me,
angry, angry.
So don't try.
or pay a million dollar fine,
or choose a lengthy sentence
of the solitary kind.
I'd stay grounded from T.V.
for I don't care how long,
if I only had a choice.
I hate to say I'm wrong.
I'd never come back out.
Then you wouldn't have to lecture
and I wouldn't have to shout.
than face you in the light.
What's worse than being wrong is
...maybe you were right.
I got him back.
Just as bad--and more.
How could I just leave him?
Too bad.
I couldn't score
while I was getting even.
okay.
I guess you could say.
Okay.
But my way is better.
and you won't get blamed
when we fail,
'cause my way is better.
in a loud stomping show,
'course a small
"told you so,"
might escape if I go, so
okay.
But my way is better.
Is this some bad joke?
A conspiracy
so I look like a dope?
Plastic bug eyes
and tinsel buck teeth.
What'd I do
to deserve this grief?
Why can't I feel good?
I'm hopeless and helpless
and misunderstood.
I can't stand this age,
and its just my luck,
I'll turn out to be bald
when I finally grow up.
I thought they had
something I lacked,
until I learned
winners fight back.
they never lose,
don't fall apart
or take abuse.
every round,
when they get hit
winners don't stay down.
then I could use a crowd --
a stadium of miserables
crying with me...Loud!
their twenty thousand eyes
swelled in tearful sympathy,
a woeful, wailing symphony,
audible a mile.
Then...maybe...
I would smile.
