toi say toi want a look into my life
Go ahead, there’s nothing to hide
I’m not abused par parents, a good life is apparent
In me; troubles come, I think ‘Eh, it’s Life.”
But that’s my problem: I don’t know when to stop
My thoughts go from one idea to another, they hop
If I think there’s something to worry about, I doubt
That some people would be as whiny as me.
While I’m worrying about a Civics test
Few other girls get any peaceful rest
From caring for their family, uncharacteristically
Still trying to be the best through the stress
My Friends look up to me for my calm head
I’m THE person to go to when they’re hanging par a thread
I think it through once ou twice, then give them wanted advice
That will appeal to both them and their parental heads
I always have to think it through
What will they exactly do
I have to manteau the advice, make it seem nice
So they won’t do ou say things we’ll both rue
I try to give conseil not based on my bias
But it’s hard sometimes, to realize
That what I want them to see, what I believe
May not be what’s be what’s best for their minds
This is the mental stress that I get form my friends
Unintentionally, mind you; I feel it’s my job to lend
conseil when needed, a shoulder to cry on indeed
And the status of this friendship most likely won’t end
It’s time to switch it up
My rhymes are almost up
On the stress of just being a friend:
It’s nothing compared to what I feel next!
Every time I montrer emotion
My critical brain kicks into motion
Reminding me that just the notion
Of getting mad at something is to be shunned
This isn’t the end of the tirade, it’s only begun
As I grab my verbal gun
And shoot myself down
For feeling down
Because something
Is being called ‘gay’
“People are having worse days!
Family’s dying
Boyfriends lying
And you’re sitting here crying
Because toi feel a little biased?!”
I’m supposed to be stoic
I can’t go and blow up
‘Because the mental stress I cause myself
Is too much to bear’
You’re not some Emo!
Suck it up, no one cares!
‘But I’m still only human
I just can’t stand up and
Brush off all that I’m feeling now’
But look at how
Others lives are now
They aren’t complaining about
The tricks their minds play
jour after day
This is what I hear
My mind’s the one attacking me
It’s my own entire fault as toi can see
I just need to keep it all inside
So I can be a friend who abides
But the rules set par my own conscious:
No crying, hating, ou any strong emotion.
~*~ par the way, if anything in here is offensive to somebody, I'm sorry for that. I don't mean for it to be that way. I just had a lot of stress, and had to write it out.~*~
Go ahead, there’s nothing to hide
I’m not abused par parents, a good life is apparent
In me; troubles come, I think ‘Eh, it’s Life.”
But that’s my problem: I don’t know when to stop
My thoughts go from one idea to another, they hop
If I think there’s something to worry about, I doubt
That some people would be as whiny as me.
While I’m worrying about a Civics test
Few other girls get any peaceful rest
From caring for their family, uncharacteristically
Still trying to be the best through the stress
My Friends look up to me for my calm head
I’m THE person to go to when they’re hanging par a thread
I think it through once ou twice, then give them wanted advice
That will appeal to both them and their parental heads
I always have to think it through
What will they exactly do
I have to manteau the advice, make it seem nice
So they won’t do ou say things we’ll both rue
I try to give conseil not based on my bias
But it’s hard sometimes, to realize
That what I want them to see, what I believe
May not be what’s be what’s best for their minds
This is the mental stress that I get form my friends
Unintentionally, mind you; I feel it’s my job to lend
conseil when needed, a shoulder to cry on indeed
And the status of this friendship most likely won’t end
It’s time to switch it up
My rhymes are almost up
On the stress of just being a friend:
It’s nothing compared to what I feel next!
Every time I montrer emotion
My critical brain kicks into motion
Reminding me that just the notion
Of getting mad at something is to be shunned
This isn’t the end of the tirade, it’s only begun
As I grab my verbal gun
And shoot myself down
For feeling down
Because something
Is being called ‘gay’
“People are having worse days!
Family’s dying
Boyfriends lying
And you’re sitting here crying
Because toi feel a little biased?!”
I’m supposed to be stoic
I can’t go and blow up
‘Because the mental stress I cause myself
Is too much to bear’
You’re not some Emo!
Suck it up, no one cares!
‘But I’m still only human
I just can’t stand up and
Brush off all that I’m feeling now’
But look at how
Others lives are now
They aren’t complaining about
The tricks their minds play
jour after day
This is what I hear
My mind’s the one attacking me
It’s my own entire fault as toi can see
I just need to keep it all inside
So I can be a friend who abides
But the rules set par my own conscious:
No crying, hating, ou any strong emotion.
~*~ par the way, if anything in here is offensive to somebody, I'm sorry for that. I don't mean for it to be that way. I just had a lot of stress, and had to write it out.~*~
Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the suivant table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my photo taken with you?'I asked.He a dit yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing par and gave her my camera.She took the photo of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are toi looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
toi held up your citrouille spice finger,
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if toi have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if toi have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
