Cambria13

I failed at being a failure. It was my dream, just like it will always be the dream of every useless little girl with smoke in her hair and rips in her skin who can't make her mark any other way, so all she can hope for is to blend in better than everybody else. Today I thrive on hypocrisy. I couldn't cut it with cutting and hating myself, so I took a stab at backstabbing and hating and slashing all the ones who slash and hate themselves, and I hate myself for it. Victory is sour. Some days I have an urge to try again. When it's just past eight and I feel young and reckless and restless again, sometimes I say screw Christmas, let's get crack

I feel shitty Oh so shitty I feel shitty and just not quite right And I pity Anyone who feels like me tonight I feel lousy Oh so lousy It's alarming how lousy I feel And so shitty That I hardly believe I don't keel See that sickly girl in the mirror there: Who can that wheezing girl be? Such a blotchy face Such a wrinkly shirt Such a drippy nose Such a shitty me! I feel icky And repulsive Feel like hiding and shrinking from view For I'm sick With a nasty, horrible flu!

O sparkling star, that graceth Jove's own hall, I humbly do entreat thee: twinkle still! Rejoice thou, jewel, though thou art but small: Thy goldish glist'ring gives me nightly thrill. As I lay quiet on the dew-deck'd grass, I wonder of what metal thou art made: Perhaps of fire, perhaps of shining glass, Perhaps of diamond in the Heavens laid. O flame sublime! How far art thou from I, A hopeless gazer on thy majesty! Thy burning beauty blindeth ev'ry eye, Despite how far from Earth thou seem'st to be. Be proud, young star! Amaze me with thy light, For thou dost teach the torches to burn bright.

Shudder, creak, careful now Whine, click, and I'm in Silent still and secret step Of the breathless cadent dance Sworn not to break the trance Temper, slide, gently now Halt, stretch, and I'm there Crackle chill and censor clip Giddy haunting temptation The shiver of anticipation Tremor, off, slowly now In, out, and I'm cold Trickle touch and terror trip Never just a malcontent Say farewell, my innocent Center, lock, quickly now Breathe, lunge, and I'm done Rapid rage and riddled rip Splitting yellow buzz and hum Sicken surge to overcome Falter, spin, faster now Drop, stop, and I'm home Dwindle drum and dizzy drip Stran