Amelia_v

You can find me

Where the flowers bloom,

Birds sing songs of freedom,

Grasses dance along to the rhythm of the breeze,

Streams trickle down to lakes full of fish.

You can find me

Maybe



Somewhere



Somehow



Someday



I will be truly happy



No regrets



Just In the moment



I will be



Truly me

I guess I got to stay



Even when I feel



As if the world is caving in



My walls weakening



After all the years



Held together from spite and pride

Somedays

   my life is a ladder

         at a playground

             on a rainy day

Why do looks Matter so much In this world

If you're not pretty Like the girls in the shows

Why should you even try

Some people say your pretty

But if you're not like the girls in the shows

What must it be like,
To grow up so beautiful,
What must it be like,
To grow liked by everyone,
What must it be like,
To grow up knowing,
How very praised you are.