Can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all?
Realize this is the biggest lie you have been fed all your life.
As if your opinion should be mitigated by some sort of empathy filter.
So you shouldn’t call out the stupidity slapping you in the face?
Shut up and sit down on that iron pole over there if you disagree.
Give me it all! I won’t leave anything behind.
Really, I am going to horde it all
Every single piece I can get my hands on
Everyone else might think that is obsessive
Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous
You think others really need chocolate? Nope, it’s all mine!
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
Striking him across the face gave her satisfaction
Which brought all activity in the room to a halt
It caused him to hesitate to react to her attack
Pirouetting away from him, she stormed her way out
Everything had gone to plan. No one would question if she had stolen anything.
Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
Zero chance that anything will work now
If the flames hadn’t destroyed it, then the water that doused the fire had
Putting them back to having nothing
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
That means Ariel wanted to meet a dude so bad that she took the first deal she got
And to get legs she had to give up being able to talk?
I don’t care how hot he looks or how rich he is I’m not going to give up anything
Look, I’m only eight, but I know better than that! Let him go out and get his own …