Credits to Stephanie Meyer for creating a fantastic series
and...
Credits to my lovely and talented boyfriend who is writing the poems
E POV
Life seems so meaningless,
When everyone is a perfectionist.
I don't fit in with everyone else;
I lack the hotness and the wealth.
I don't wear the newest clothes,
or have hundreds of shoes in rows.
I'm hyper and random and all over the place,
Yet I can always have people laugh in my face.
Not skinny, not sweet, not cool,
I feel like nothing more than someone's tool.
... The sight of love's connection never allows my reflection
Inside I feel so cold, so lost, so far...
Like I'm trapped behind prison bars.
I don't ever feel like I can truly make someone happy,
No matter how much they smile and act sappy.
If I can fake a smile all day,
how am I supposed to believe what they say?
Maybe if my standards were lower, I wouldn't get hurt.
I'd always know in advanced that I'd be treated like dirt...
But what if that's the best thing to do?
What if the thoughts I have are true...
Is death really that much of a fear?
Does it really bring to my eyes a tear?
Do I hate to tell people when I'm sad?
Yes, because I make everyone feel so bad.
I don't wanna walk away...
And you may want me to stay,
But if I stay, I feel like hurting you will soonly happen
I don't wanna send you a ship of depression
And be it's captin.