Superficial¤ Superficial is my nameMore Like This
¤ I follow them, I am the same
¤ Thinking does seem such a gall
¤ When I could be out at the mall.
¤ My hair is perfect to behold
¤ My biggest fear is growing old
¤ Wearing the wrong skirt to school
¤ Living a day I am not cool.
¤ I do not care about your pain
¤ The more you hurt, the more I gain
¤ Your weakness points me out as strong
¤ When you're left out, I can belong.
¤ You think I'm awful, mean and rude
¤ Cannot imagine one more crude
¤ Though Superficial is my name ...
¤ Got news for you, yours is the same.
ForgivenessIMore Like This
When the little girl woke up, she found cookies in her shoes.
It was December 6, St. Nicholas Day, her parents told her. Thats the day when Santa comes and takes your Christmas list and leaves you cookies if you were good, a switch if you were bad. Santa left her cookies! The little girl squealed in delight, in excitement.
Do you want to try one, her mother asked. The little girl put one in her mouth. She chewed. She swallowed. She smiled. It was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.
You can eat another one, her father said. But the little girl wanted to save them so that they would last longer.
By the time she ate her second cookie, it was hard and stale.
Trust is fickle.
When you are trusted, its easy to keep that trust. You can be out with friends or something and just tell your parents that you were at the library or something doing schoolwork.