daaaaang;

it's crazy--

it's crazy how much we change from the moment our tiny bodies are pushed out the pouch we called home for 9 months.

it's crazy how we just come out knowing how to cry, how to tell our moms what we want, then knowing how to suck.

it's crazy how we get so scared, on the 1st day of school, and want to come home.

it's crazy how as we grow older, how much we get nutured, showing the outcome of us.

we grow individually.
in our own body.
a body we have to figure out.
the yrs we spend frollicing over who we want to be; what we want to be
the gossip; the rumors; the shit talking; the fighting

how bad we struggle to find our identity,
our friends
our loves

who we trust,
the people who lie and decieve us
the fakes
the back stabbers
people you thought were your friends

getting made fun of,
judged,
threatened,
yelled at,
laughed at,
rudely spoken to,
treated like shit

the changes,
the things that make us, who we are.

everything you're not, makes you who you are

thanks to those

-people that treat you like shit
-the people who speak rude
-the people who laugh at you
-the people who yell at you
-the people who threaten you
-the people whom judge you
-the people that make fun of you
-the people that back stab you
-the people that are fake
-the people whom lie and decieve us
-the people who threaten us; some of resulting in such an extent as attemption of suicide, cutting, running away, crying, punching things, or in actual reality-- succeeding.
-the people who we trust
-the people who we love
-the people we choose to be friends with
-the people help us find our identitiy
-the people who fight us; talk shit; spread nasty rumors; and the people who gossip
-the people that you call your spirm donnors, or your parents..

they all make you what you're not revealing what you are to the naked eye
writing is a scarf to that eye, the clothing.
it helps you get out,
what you don't reveal to the humans around--

but hopefully in the end,
you find that 1 person you can completely open up to

hopefully you find that love, that best friend, get away from the ugly bullshit, find your identity, and reach out. be you.

get inspired,
your inspiration can be anything.

but who would have thought, we would be this, when we popped out of that 9 month oven just knowing how to cry, tell our moms what we want, and suck?

it's crazy!!!!!!!