Tainted BeautyI'm a tainted beauty, or so I think.Inside of my head are things no one should think, thoughts so scary there's no forgetting about them.They're filled with blood, hate, and death, but the deeper you go, the brighter they become.
Two-Tone Poem for SchoolMy public self is dagger silver- shiny, sharp, and very cruel, like a killer about to strike.Privately I'm tainted red- bruised, broken, and full of pain, but at the same time so full of love for the guy I like.Today I'm neither, instead I'm the always overlooked black.
I Don't Wanna Be......Judged by the bad things I do, but by the good things. But that's Life for you... Always judging you for things you shouldn't even be judged for.
Commission: You Can'tYou Can'tYou can't tell an artist to stop imagining.You can't tell an inventor to stop creating.You can't tell a kid to grow up, and you can't tell them to quit dreaming.So why is it that you think you can tell me to stop being myself, mom?