Thesocialyawqardteen

During the day, The monsters come out, And we have to hide. We're afraid of them, They're so cruel to us, So we must stay away. But then it was night, And the monsters sleep. Now we can come out From the dark shadows, And play all we want Until the next day.

Honesty is a crime. Tell people you're sad, You're crying out for attention. Tell people you're angry, You're a threat to others. You say you're not afraid of death, You think you're the shit. Honesty is a crime. If you have beliefs, You're out of your mind. If you love gore, You're a sociopath. If you have a disorder, Everyone should pity you. Honesty is a crime. It's not okay to be sad. It's unacceptable to be angry. It's impossible to not fear death. You can't show emotion Because you're craving sympathy. Give me attention, For I am human, And I am so very special.

Can you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there. Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes. Sorry, I see I made you fli