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     Part One: Courage. Strength in the face of grief or pain. I hold my ground with a fearless face... At least on the outside. Wisdom. Having experience, knowledge, and good judgement. I received good grades, and I have common sense, But those don't matter too much. Power. Possession of authority or influence over others. I have some sway over my close friends. By some, I mean a minuscule amount.     Part Two: Cowardice. Fear that makes you unable to do what is right or expected. I cannot deal with confrontation of any kind, And my strength is fake. Asininity. Foolish, unintelligent, or silly. I see the best in everyone, believing it

I look to the past and I see My face has changed: Not for the better, But for the worse. I check the mirror and notice My face is a distortion Of what it used to be: Of youth and innocence. I dream of returning To that pretty face, So ignorant and naive. I wish to turn back time.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, And sad to say, I'm naive. I have a darkness in my heart, But carry kindness in my pockets. No matter how exhausting the dark, I know somewhere, there is a spark Of hope for me, and you, and them. So, I will forever trek on.

Go away, go away, I don't want you here. I'm tired of your whispering, And hissing in my ear. Telling me that I'm no good, My creativity gone. I know it's there, it's buried, Under some junk--okay, a ton. Just leave me alone, And go away, I have some digging to do... No matter what you say.

Days, weeks, months, and years, Pass me by in the blink of an eye. Every second blurred with the next, Boring, grey, and monotone. But suddenly, a flash of color, The minutes sharp and clear, A dash of red among the grey, Shining through the blur; Splashed across, bright and bold, Bringing light to the dark. But now, it's back to blurred and grey, The spark just had to leave; I'll wait here as days fly by, Just to catch the light again.

Beauty is in the Eye of the beholder... And yet, the media says otherwise. Unique isn't beautiful. Tall and thin is beautiful. In other words, we Feel ugly and Unwanted, due to the media's Lies.

Struggling To Remain Even Slightly Sane.

Today is a day, So very rare; When I see my reflection, My judgement is fair. Instead of seeing All of my flaws, I looked at me, And liked what I saw!

My memories are slipping Away from me; Out of my mind Like wisps of smoke. I can't remember the time I first met you; When or where, Or what shirt you wore. I can not, For the life of me Remember your voice, Which always soothed my troubles. I only remember the exact details Of your smiling face Because of the pictures I have; They are everywhere. I don't want to forget anything: Your voice, your eyes, Your beautiful smile; I'm afraid of forgetting your hugs. I'm so scared of forgetting you; My memory is terrible, But if I forget you, A part of me will die.