Faith.Faith is just a small word.But is great in strength and meaning.Faith is like a stone built wall,On which we do our leaning.Faith is just believing,Not to question or to doubt.Faith is putting trust in things,When things just don't work out.Faith is like a gleam of hope,When all around is bleak.Faith is sacred as a word,Which all the wise men speak.Faith is something precious,But is not a costly fee.For faith is just a small word,But of life, it is the key.
When I see you.When I see you,My mouth goes dry,My palms get sweaty,And I get shy.When I see you,I have to smile.Because being with you,Is worth my while.When I see you,No words can describe,The warm feeling I get,That feels me inside.When I see you,I wonder if you know,That I feel so empty,Whenever you go.When I see you,I think how it would be,If you said that,You love me.
Behind her perfect smile.Scars tell a story,Of a girl you never knew.Lies formed from fear,Created to conceal what's true.Displaying a confident facade.Her persona never second guessed.A soul left to suffer,As she blends in with the rest.Imagination blinds reality.Living in a secret world.The twinkle in her eyes,Showing she's a very special girl.The world in her back pocket.Those around her wait.Expecting something more from her,Expecting something great.She plays the role perfectly,Of the perfect teenage dream.Nobody suspects,That things are never what they seem.Maybe answers would surface,If anyone cared to ask.But how co
The real me.Can you see me,The real me.Not the person I try to be,But me,Just me.I'm scared of me.I'm a menace,To even myself it seems.I pretend I'm okay,I'm always okay, always.But I'm not.I'm scared.Horrified, Mortified,Of what will become of me.As the shadow is allowed home again,His fingers curling around my neck.He shows the real me,Not the person I try to be.As I beg for him to stop.Please don't hurt me anymore.I'm sorry.The real me,Pathetic