Outside

Songwriters: Lewis, Aarron;

And you bring me to my knees, again

All this time that I could beg you please, in vain

All the times that I felt insecure, for you

And I leave my burdens at the door

I'm on the outside

I'm looking in

I can see through you

See your true colors'

Cause inside you're ugly

Ugly like meI can see through you

See to the real you

All this time that I felt like this won't end

It's for you

And I taste what I could never have

Was from you

All those times that I tried

My intentions

Full of pride

And I waste more time than anyone

I'm on the outside

I'm looking inI can see through you

See your true colors

Cause inside you're ugly

Ugly like me

I can see through you

See to the real you

All the times that I cried

All this wastin

It's all inside

And I feel all this pain

Stuffed it down

It's back again

And I lie here in bed

All aloneI cant mend but I feel

Tomorrow will be okay

I'm on the outside

I'm looking in

I can see through you

See your true colors

Inside you're ugly

Ugly like me

I can see through you

See to the real you

Good People...

What does it take to be a good person? Being kind to other people? Showing people you care? Being considerate of others? What about being a good husband or wife? Doesn't being a good husband or wife require the same? Being considerate, compassionate and showing the other person you are. No, not my dad. My dad doesn’t consider this being a good person. I'm not sure my dad even understands what being a good person consist of. He's selfish. He's inconsiderate of everyone. He's demeaning. He's demoralizing. He's cruel and he doesn’t apologize for shit. He's hurtful and expect things that he doesn't give to other people, like something as simple as respect. My dad will call you a bitch to your face and tell you to go and fuck yourself. But if you give him attitude he'll think you're challenging him. Ironic. He can call you anything in the book but if you so much as cop an attitude your the instigator, your the one with the problem. I've debated even writing this or saying it out loud but I think I'm starting to hate him. I know one day I might regret those words but he's put my family through a lot. He's not the reason for all that we've been there but he damn sure did cause a lot of it. He's the fucking reason I'm sick. It's his fucked up genes that gave me what I have. He can't face that reality and says that I'm sick because I'm weak. It's fucking GENETIC bitch it don't got shit to do with you thinking I'm a punk. As my word is my bond the next time that dude fucks with my I'm putting his ass in hand cuffs.

Writer

I wanted to be the next great American author. The only problem is I do not know how. I have written anything period. Not an essay, not a story... absolutely nothing. But I want to... and I want to be an author. I just do not know how to find my own way. I can not wait for the day when I can sit down and just write all day. Write what I see, write what I smell and feel. Just write. That idea seems complete impossible... obscure from my day to day life as it is now. But a girl can dream can't see?