brittany scott
 Hay, my name is Brittany. I am a Freshman at Ballou junior high. Im 14 years old. I'm a VERY strange person. I'm a blender i blend with every social group. I have lots of understanding to life because I've most likely experienced something like it. I'm very self consciouse about my art and my writing i love to do both, but i have been judged a lot threw out life. So my thought is why show my hard work if it is going to be judged harshely. Why be hurt anymore than i already am? I'm a person who is so complex and i live in the moment of life, I'm a day by day living girl i don't like to plan because i never know what the future will look like after the plans. People say im depressed person and yes, i have been on depression pills but what really is depression? Know one ever asked if im happy maybe im not depressed maybe im happy. Its not the person who is depressed that should be at blame it is the people surounding the person at blame. The people dont give the person a chance to speak, speak the great mind they may have the people could have just ruined a great mind that could have helped the nation. Yes, by this point you may be thinking "oh my gosh this chick talks a lot" well I'm the person who can never speak my mind, a few years ago i turned to the internet to express myself because, the city i live in may not have people to lisen to a great mind but there are people outside the city bigger, more understanding people to lisen and understand. A person should not be afraid to express them self, to express their ideas and thoughts they have to remember that there is at least one person to lisen, to relate to you and that is what counts the most. People may not agree with me and I'm a person who dose not keep to one thought so if you don't agree with my ideas tell me, tell me whats wrong with my thoughts because i know that there is something wrong with everyone and i don't are if you point it out when it comes to me. Well thank-you if you read my thoughts and if anyone needs someone to talk to ill be the one person to lisen. Finally Love I need your hands on my body my arms around your neck are lips to touch and the smiles to never end so that the love will last forever. Yes, this poem i did write. It was a random writing piece and it was ment for a project at school, but i guess in a way i relate a lot in this poem it is describing me in many ways and i have had people who have read it and say thats how they feel too. A poem is a way to express yourself and this is a peice of writing i have that im not ashamed to share. Im not scared to say that its what i feel, its the way i see life and some people may recieve a different message, but thats what it is all about as long as you feel something. What Happend to My Life? People change. People stare. In the end what do i really care. Life eats people inside. Makes you choose the hardest things. In the end how do you know your right? Because your not. And you just ruined your life. How do you feel? you question yourself, and your motives. now your there on the edge. and you fall. or did you jump? because your life is now over. No more changes. No more staring. Nothing more to care about. Nothing more to hurt you. No more choices no more wrong answers. your finally right but nothing more to show for it, its the end now for sure. Many people in my life has died from cancer. Cancer is a poison in many forms to kill your body it can attack anyone from such a young age to a person who has lived there life. Know one in my family has yet defeated this poison and i hate this deisease its killed over 30 people of my family and knowing my luck ill be next evil always finds a way to attack me. This peice of writing is my feelings on cancer you may not understand the pain i have on it, but its what i feel. My Worest Nightmare Dear murderous diesease, You remind me of a stink bomb ready to blow any minnute, a endless paper cut that wont stop bleading, a mind sweaper of the great memories my aunt once had. Your shape is gross something that should be torn up. Your power is evil like a slow gun shot to the head. Your name is like witnessing the death of your love ones. When im with you i want to cry, ask you why someone so young so good could be your victum, find a way to destroy you make sure you cant come back and take my family again. Yours at the end of forever, which is never. Broken Heart -My hopes rose high enough to reach the sun. Then droped so fast and so far it brought me right into hell. -He said if i needed him he would be there even if he were dying. He said that i im as beautiful as a star and he cant stop wishing. He said that are love would always be no matter what happen. -Im in love with a boy who dosent love me. The dream is gone. The hope was burnt. All thats left is the Bull shit he shared! -I promised that i would never let him in, but i gave him the key to my hear. I promised myself i would never cry over a boy, but my tissues are all gone. I promised myself this summer would be about finding fun, but my heat was still broken. I promised myself that i would not forgive him, but im on the phon with him right now. What is a promise if it turns to a lie?? Sweet Dreams Turn the lights on Every night I rush to my bed Clouds filled with stars cover the skies You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare I mention you when I say my prayers I wish that when I wake up you're there Clouds filled with stars cover the skies You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Situations Situations are irrelevant now. I touched her ooh, she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing. She can't behave and I'm just a slave, Darling what is going on? The frustration it's a regular thing She can't behave and I'm just a slave, Darling what is going on? I know you love to resist You know you love all the lies I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing. (Whoa) Darling what is going on? Darling (leave me) what is going on? Lyrics mean so much. They describe the feelings of your heart and this is how my hear feels, feels confused and tattoo upon. I try to prevent the tears from coming, and it may look like it has worked, but i wake up with my eyes full of tears. My pillow soaked and thoughts of wanting to stop the pain. Feeling cant go away. I wish so much that they could, i even pray, but I'm staring to relize are feelings are who makes us who we are. Wich means that i just want to be another person. The burning in my chest is killing me, the thought my family have about me ruin me, most friends dont understand because all the advice they can give is from there experince. When your hurting its hard to lisen to problems when you feel like your dying. Advice is one thing, but what i truely want is change. Running up that hill It doesn't hurt me. And if I only could, You don't wanna hurt me, You, be running up that hill And if I only could, C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling, And if I only could, 'If I only could, be running up that hill |
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