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I painted.
You said I'm wasteful.
I sang.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
I wrote.
You said I made no sense.
I danced.
You said I had two left feet.
I cried.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
You said I'm wasteful.
I sang.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
I wrote.
You said I made no sense.
I danced.
You said I had two left feet.
I cried.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
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You're still just a child
There's a thousand petty secrets,
in this one pathetic mind.
The question is, what will you do,
just so you can hide?
Some people just grow distant,
and cover with a mask.
Other's lie right through their teeth,
so they can do the task.
Look through this shining armor,
and give yourself a peek.
At the shattered soul that's underneath,
playing Hide-and-Seek.
A child on the inside,
no matter what you say.
I know that you were forced to grow,
but now it's time to play.
When will you see that it's ok to cry?
You don't have to run, don't have to lie.
Things can get better, if only you'd try.
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A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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I am.
I am.
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of
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