We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
Uchiha Sasuke the GreatUchiha Sasuke the Great8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
out of the village he walks
he tries not to listen as she talks
the good times she tells him to remember
are left behind, never again remembered
her strong affection
wasn't good enough for his perfection
for him, she sheds tears
too him it is only her fears
the "great" Uchiha Sasuke doesn't care...
no, not in a million years
rejectionyou desire to shieldrejection3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
your sensitive heart, and guess
the day you will be
and the thingólet's go
with thing; shouldn't you learn by
now? people do change
but some don't.
check the box, move down
the list, blow away the pencil
stains. next contestant.
it is not the snap
of the finger, or the
syllable of a word
but haven't you had
of time to learn?
is it like you to
inflict the sting of what you
have received? Sorry;
And you swore
and you swore
for the second time, again
and you swore
you wouldn't become like them.
but look at what you're doing
Skeletons In The ClosetI woke up in a daze again. It's beginning to happen so often I find myself growing weary and suspicious.Skeletons In The Closet4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My mouth was dry, as if I had just been through suffering for days without a drop of water. My head was cloudy - as if some great mist had fallen upon it - and I found my mind's eye was quite blind in the sudden, dark haze.
Answers were only gathered with the ticking away of minutes; when the sun first rose in the back of my head, leaving me feeling as if I was just the victim of a monster of a nap. At first it was as if just being born - no recollection of where I was, barely of who I was - and definitely zero remembrance of drifting abroad in dreamland.
As time began to collect my pieces from their scattered and unknown places across the floor, I slowly found answers worming their way into my mind. I knew who I was (Something of which was always a relief when the knowledge poured into my brain) and I certainly knew where I was...
But as for knowing when I had experienced the ext
what I wrote instead of an essay I vaguely remember dreaming last night about being in a brightly but sadly lit gas station in the middle of the night, and the world felt so big and I was naked in the face of it- nothing to lose, a whole night of things to experience. There was something so stark and lonely about that bright gas station light, a kind of uncomfortable blankness. But that's what I crave, isn't it? I crave that unpleasant yet indescribably desirable feeling of the shedding of security blankets; the security of my house, of everyone I know, of my routine and my ideas about what my life is going to be- everything I've been wrapped up in all these years that now stifles me. But it was only a dream, and it brings me no joy now that the memory is warped with my disappointed hyper-awareness of the fact that it wasn't real. Left over from that dream is only a sense of longing; the fingerprints of a lover, gracing a windowpane after the night is over and I sigh, looking out the window at thewhat I wrote instead of an essay3 years ago in Scraps More Like This