Child!SpainxChild!Reader: Tomato Picking GamesYou are about seven years old. You had [h/c] hair, that match perfectly with your [e/c] eyes. Your mother always called you her princess, and your father always called you the angel on earth. Yet, you felt the complete opposite of that. You were always bullied at school, for not having the greatest of clothing. You wore what you thought was comfortable. Even though you were only in about second grade, kids still bullied about what clothing you wore. They also bullied you about the fact you still wore your hair in pigtails. But once again, it was comfortable for you.Despite all the name calling, laughing, and finger pointing, you still wore what was comfortable. Even if this meant you had no friends. You were still a cheerful person, smiling everyday, and laughing when the teacher read a joke from a cheesy joke book with everyone else, or even laughing at yourself. A lot of people found you weird, but you were comfortable with yourself, and wouldn't change yourself for anything.One da
The OutcastHe stands aloneOver in the corner,Watching the othersAs they only ignore him.She stands aloneIn the girls stall,Tears in her eyes As she tries to calm down.They stand alone,Outside the crowd,Watching the worldGo by without them.
Thinking of Me and YouIt seemed almost likeYou were right there again,Just waiting for meWith your hands outstretched.But it was just a dream,And even though I knew it,I still cried when I woke up,Thinking of me and you.
You AreI am the moon,And you are the sun,I pale in comparison to you.I am a student,And you are a professor.I cant keep up with you.I am a snowflake,And you are a blizzard,I will never be like you.I am a tree,And you are a fire,You can destroy me easily.I am a star,And you are the universe.You are simply my everything.
She CaredShe said she didn't careAnd that she didn't love him,But when he called her upCrying, she caved,And he took anotherPiece of her heart away
UnspokenFor the loveI never shared.For the thingsI'll never tell.For all the secretsBig and small.For the timesI ignored the calls.For all the wordsI left unspoken.I'm now drowningIn my emotions.
What If?What if I told youThat I'd lost the willTo live another day?What if I told youThat because of youI may not laugh again?What if I told youThat I don't careAbout myself anymore?What if I told youThat my entire lifeIs spinning out of control?What if I told youThat I'm done?