Is it Too Late

Is it too late to apologize? To change things...to make things right? I have to because I don't know what I'd do without you. You are always there with me and for me. You cheer me on for anything I want to do or become. You stand there at the finish line and yet push me along until I reach it. You cry when I cry and laugh when I laugh. Our jokes no one else could ever understand are stupid and funny.
But think about it what if we were never together or knew eachother. How would our lifes be then? Would it be the same but with someone else or would it be plain and boring? Would it feel like we are missing something in life and that we are missing eachother....Is it too late to apologize to you?

It's fun being me

It's fun being me because I know that there is no one like me or anything like me. Im unique in every way and form...

Hey guys I have this post so anyone can tell me why it is fun being them or why it's not.

Days like this....

Days like this when I had enough. Enough of people and their seeming lack of intellegence. I'm tired of waiting for them to get back to their feet because when I help them back up there is no thank you but instead they fall back down again. Am I invisible to you? Where one measly little thank you would suffice because if I am tell me how to be seen....I try to be that person you can depend on, but yet you seem to have not seen that. There's not even acknowledgement of me. I can't live with being the behind the scenes character. I can't live with being that forgotten thing and that nobody. I was born for a reason just like everyone else....I may not know what it is but trust me not only will I be startled by the reason but so will you for I am destined for something great.

You were the one

You were the one

That said our life together had just begun

But that wasn't true was it?

Because that same day we called it quits.

You were fine; I was not

For those tears I fought;

Fought trying to save my last bit of sanity.

But you were gone,

Sometime I was able to have fun; other days I looked at that gun;

That gun that compelled me to hold it;

The gun that taunted me more than a bit...

But then that day I saw you with her

And i know longer felt mad-no for I felt sad;

But not for me; for her

Because she was the one that would go through the same thing as I did.

How cruel you are, and how pitiful you look.

I realize you were nothing but another character for my book.

-By: Me-Calli Brown