In an argument I need to be taller than my opponent. 
I stand on tables and benches and chairs and seats, 
anything to make me taller than the person I'm arguing with.

In a fight I need to be better armed than my attacker.
I grab sticks and knives and glass bottles and blades,
anything to give me an edge over the person I'm fighting with.

I am the alpha, usually a term assigned to males, but then again...

Anger coils deep inside me, 
taking hold.
Burning and raging,
like a wildfire with all the oxygen in the lungs of every organism on Earth.

Must there be someone whose deepest desire is to fix another?
As if their twisted, skewed need for validation gives them the right to change a person.

Their words, meant to comfort, instead insult. 
I do not need fixing.

Their intentions, misunderstood for noble, caring. Instead are selfish and cowardly.
Using their charity case as a way to justify their need for validation. 

Praise they receive for an act rotten to its core. 
Like a fruit, being eaten from...

they thought
it helps

pain tick and tock
with time

what I thought
time forgets

while
they are stuck

on the same time
over and over again
 

I, as a person. I also seek perfection in things I  see, like this girl in front of me. Her hair is messy, she has blood on her mouth, eyes are soar. She's a total mess that I can call a trash. She have this life where her family is broken, she's living like an outcast. An imperfect life you can call.

She wanted some changes, perfection! She wants a big circle of friends, a happy family that everyone would...

The burn in my mouth is your name;
It’s like pronouncing fireworks,
And preaching gunpowder
 
Cos your lips are a pair of pyromaniacs,
And with a stolen kiss,
They left matches between my teeth and petrol on my tongue
 
My ribcage door is hanging by its hinges;
There is nothing inside but space,
And the skeleton of a fantasy
 
Cos those eyes of yours are hungry lovers,
And with just a glance,
They swallowed everything big from...

"Be warned, I'll fall too deeply. Be prepared for a sappy romantic if you take a step closer towards me. I'll expect roses and kisses and smiles all day - I'll be a nightmare. I'll want to hold your hand in mine because I've always wondered what it would be like. I'll look into your eyes every chance I get. I'd never want to label their colour wrongly again. I'll always ask if you're okay when you're not. I'll always...

I write to give mute people a voice to be heard, to give deaf people a hope to be understand and to make blind people see how beautiful our world is, behind its cruelties.

In an argument I need to be taller than my opponent. 
I stand on tables and benches and chairs and seats, 
anything to make me taller than the person I'm arguing with.

In a fight I need to be better armed than my attacker.
I grab sticks and knives and glass bottles and blades,
anything to give me an edge over the person I'm fighting with.

I am the alpha, usually a term assigned to males, but then again...

Anger coils deep inside me, 
taking hold.
Burning and raging,
like a wildfire with all the oxygen in the lungs of every organism on Earth.

Must there be someone whose deepest desire is to fix another?
As if their twisted, skewed need for validation gives them the right to change a person.

Their words, meant to comfort, instead insult. 
I do not need fixing.

Their intentions, misunderstood for noble, caring. Instead are selfish and cowardly.
Using their charity case as a way to justify their need for validation. 

Praise they receive for an act rotten to its core. 
Like a fruit, being eaten from...

they thought
it helps

pain tick and tock
with time

what I thought
time forgets

while
they are stuck

on the same time
over and over again
 

I, as a person. I also seek perfection in things I  see, like this girl in front of me. Her hair is messy, she has blood on her mouth, eyes are soar. She's a total mess that I can call a trash. She have this life where her family is broken, she's living like an outcast. An imperfect life you can call.

She wanted some changes, perfection! She wants a big circle of friends, a happy family that everyone would...

The burn in my mouth is your name;
It’s like pronouncing fireworks,
And preaching gunpowder
 
Cos your lips are a pair of pyromaniacs,
And with a stolen kiss,
They left matches between my teeth and petrol on my tongue
 
My ribcage door is hanging by its hinges;
There is nothing inside but space,
And the skeleton of a fantasy
 
Cos those eyes of yours are hungry lovers,
And with just a glance,
They swallowed everything big from...

"Be warned, I'll fall too deeply. Be prepared for a sappy romantic if you take a step closer towards me. I'll expect roses and kisses and smiles all day - I'll be a nightmare. I'll want to hold your hand in mine because I've always wondered what it would be like. I'll look into your eyes every chance I get. I'd never want to label their colour wrongly again. I'll always ask if you're okay when you're not. I'll always...

I write to give mute people a voice to be heard, to give deaf people a hope to be understand and to make blind people see how beautiful our world is, behind its cruelties.