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Without You   The light that lit my soul   Turned out to be fake   I sit in the dark   Wondering why and shake   I watch you smile   I watch you sing   Pouring your heart out   To that thing   That spreads lies and deceit   Through our hearts and minds   As I write   My heart skips a beat   For the denies   Of all I ever knew   All the lies   Filled my mind on my pew   As I grew cold and dark   I watched you   And hid my tears   Yet I hoped you would see   And try to help me   Find my way back home   But you didn\'t   I\'m still lost   And you\'re too busy   To worry about a teen   You us

75         Frozen   Why am I different   Why do I feel   Unlike you feel   Can I change   To be more like you   To fit in the world   In which I must live   So many times   I wonder why   Why do I cry   Late at night   When no one\'s around   To think little of me   Am I the only one   Who lies in the dark   And wishes   Her friends could hear   Her screaming inside   But I never say   How I really feel today   I lock it up inside   And hope that someday   There will be someone to hear   To listen   To what\'s wrong with me   And to tell me how I can be   Like everyone else   Happy on th

As I was walking Down my street A young man I happened to meet He asked me if All was well And tipped his hat To me 'Kind sir' I said 'All is well' And tipped my hat To he So on we went And perchance, Back I looked But there was No man. So I thought to myself That man Dear and kind Must be watching over me My gaurdian angel In the guise Of the young and polite Come to see If all was well With me.

This grave here Is of a slave, Whose master never shed a tear When the slave he could not save //////////// This grave here Is of a boy, Killed in a war He thought a gun was just a new toy //////////// This marker here Is in memory of a man, Who lived in fear In a nazi death land ///////////// This grave here Is of a gay, Killed by straights who leered Then went on their way /////////// \\\\\\\\\\\ When will this country learn That hate is not a game? When will we turn From causing others pain? ///////// When will hate become history, A misty colored memory That no one has to live And love is all we give?

I am floating. I wonder who I am and why I am I hear angry words from an angry world I see pain and suffering, and the hatred of our people I want peace and tolerance, hope and love.  Freedom. I am floating. I pretend to understand, while wondering why I feel alone in a hectic world, thinking through I touch solidity, trying to be solid in myself I worry about being true to my thoughts, ideals, and hopes I cry to feel the anger of the world, to feel different I am floating. I understand nothing, while searching for everything I say I'm secure, but inside I'm lost I dream of freedom, where people understand and think I try to be

You forgot me again. Yes me, your daughter. It's no fun To go home And find you haven't left a key It's no fun To always hear you say 'I'm sorry Hannah' Whenever he Comes before me. Your first born- Your little baby boy When you said You needed to see more of him I didn't know you meant bye me So when I call you On the phone To tell you 'You forgot me again' I know you'll say you're sorry But it's no fun To know You forgot me again.