Hope's Got No Wings, No Feathers, Nothing.

I hate when I feel hopeful
but am hopelessly let down
again and again.

You know,
I'm done feeling hopeful,
I'm going to make things happen..

I'm done letting opportunities
slide down through the cracks
never to be seen again.

It's time to do more
than dream and hope.

I need to think bigger, wiser,
and be able to become open again,
because once you're closed off
you forget why you were ever
even open in the first place.

Learn to Expect it, Instead of Letting it Get You Down.

Some insist on breaking your spirit,
as if they live to diminish and decay
what little one you may have had
in the first place.

Yet somehow in the end,
when they only fail,
there always seems to exist,

someone out there in the world

to help you collect the shattered pieces
and gather yourself together again.

Even though you encounter the first more often,
the second is always expected,
and much more memorable.

So the breakers may one day come to find
how miserable they may be,

and the broken
move on,
rearranging those pieces.

Gluing together a stronger spirit
for the future to break apart again.

This is the Shortest Speech Ever Given to the Public.

Public speech.

Well, it's not that hard to begin with. . .

You're just talking
blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes people listen,
and sometimes they don't.

Lets Be Honest, No One Has a Perfectly Clear Mind.

I'm what I'm not sure is normal.
I think out loud when I think no one's around.

Sometimes it's hard to see improvement.

I use to bite my nails to a bloody mess
and chew on my pencils and pens to the point
where my braces would chip off of my teeth.

It took me a while, but I don't do that anymore.

So even though my mind still races
to think before anyone else
and I always tell myself,
"I gotta stay on top,
I HAVE to stay on top of things."

And in therapy I was told it was normal,
it was human to bite my nails,
or to think that I was insane,
to chew on plastic pens
until the end was smushed and gross looking.

So with the acceptance and peace of mind I was given
I was able to cut the bad habits from my diet.

You know, my mind still races,
but not as fast as it use to.
I'm never not thinking about something,
or someone, or some time in my life
when things weren't so perfect.

I still accept myself the way I am
because if I don't I'll never be able to grow.