What's InsideEveryone who meets me thinks I’m a sweet girl,What's Inside by the-anonymous-girl
But how much do they know
They only see my outside
And see nothing of what I hide
Sometimes I feel quite mad
Even though I don’t want to be upset
Life just keeps throwing nasty things at me
I don’t want that, I just want to be happy
It can get so worse I want to start a fight
Shoot people faster than light
But then my music pulls me down
It’s because of that I stay with my both feet on the ground
So it slumbers inside of me
But I’ll hope I’ll be
Happy one day
I wish my music can always stay
Heart SongWe are not the same.Heart Song by JessieAnn13
We have the beats we dance to and no one else can hear them.
Our hearts sing a song that tells our story.
No one knows it is there, playing softly in everything we do.
Others only see our skin, hear our voices.
They do not see the kind hearted man beneath his tattooed skin, the doting mother inside the pink haired girl, the immense strength within the smallest child, or the wild dreamer that thrives in the quiet studious girl.
They do not hear the cheers of happiness, the screams of anger, or the sobs of sorrow.
Each morning we turn down the volume on our hearts song until it is but a whisper within our own minds.
We guard it, protect it, keep it as safe as possible.
And when we meet people who can hear it without trying, who hook up headphones to our hearts and listen with rapt attention, we become scared of what they will think, believe, or say.
Then, as we sit worrying, we hear a whisper, a melody just barley
My biggest dream is to move to the USA in a few years, go to where I belong with whom I belong.|
The world, my life and my body have let me down so many times but thanks to a special person I actually think I can still make something of my life. 9/28/2013