OVER

There's nothing you can say
    to make me want to stay.
Nothing you can do
    because I'm over you.
So play your desperate game
    but I won't take the blame.
We're over, we are done
    and now I'm the one having fun.

WHICH

Choose. You only have a minutes left. Both choices may look good, they may look the same; but let me tell you, they aren't. One will break you apart. It will tear, it will hurt, it won't be worth it. You don't want that choice. But which one is it? Which one will bring you what you want? Which one do you think it will be? Decide. You only have a few seconds now. Both choices look the exact same, so which one is it? Time's up. Which one will it be?

SEE

Wake up!

Open your eyes.

Did you not just see that?

Weren't you paying attention?

Really look with your eyes,

That's why you have them.

Then, and only then,

Can you really see.

REAL

I may look so pretty.
I may seem really nice.
But you don't really know me
So take my advice.
Leave while you can,
Drop everything and run.
It never goes according to plan
And in the end it won't be fun.
So I'm telling you right now,
Before the real monster comes out.
Just get away from me somehow,
You'll be much better without.

BATTLE

No one would have even noticed if it wasn't for the slight sniffle. Despite the throbbing headache, she still smiled to the rest of the room. The red nose looked rubbed raw yet her eyes were bright and lively. That, along with the smile, proved to overpower her symptoms. The sickness seemed to be fighting an impossible battle, losing miserably against her optimistic attitude.

LET GO

I'll let you go now. Sorry for taking up your time. I'm sorry that you took up mine. Sorry for thinking I was in love. I now have learned my ways. I just thought you should know. And now I'll let you go.

ATTENTION

It must be a great feeling, walking from crowd to crowd being completely noticed. The thought of attention, of compliments, of interest; seemed to feed the big head causing it to sprout out even larger. Each group longing for more, wishing the time could linger still. But there were far too many people to see, too many groups to visit, for that kind of talk to become meaningful. Despite the obviously jealous dark looks from others nothing changed, they went on unnoticed. And so with that the big head went on, flashing a smile and seeking attention.

READ

         You might think I'm illiterate, and to a point I am.
            The thing is, I just don't read.
 I've never really the type to.
      It's not one of my skills.
    I don't get what a look might mean
          or when a comment is supposed to be hurtful.
I don't recognize the hidden hints,
    don't understand when there is more to a touch,
                   or when there's not.
       I'm just not the kind to read people.

STRONG

The moment may have past
But the memories linger on.
And they will always outlast
Even if you were but a fawn.
We will never forget,
But now we've become strong.
The once hostile threat,
The one who were in the wrong,
Is almost all but gone.

UGLY

Don't do
this again.
I'm sore
and tired
from your
lies.
You've
lead me
on long
enough.
Either
the truth
comes
out or
I am out.
And trust me,
both will be
ugly.

STENCH

There was a stiff scent. I could smell it right as I took my first step into the room. It was something chocking the rest of the air away, forcing it to leave. Quickly I became dizzy as if literally hit by the odor. My head was swimming in it, in something I didn't even know or understand. Looking around I could not find it's source but I knew something was different about this room. It was here somewhere. Something had gone on here, something was unsettling. Then, like a second slap to the face, it was there. Everything was out in the open, visible for anyone to see. It was the aroma of awkward. The reek of remembrance. The stench of the situation.

BECAUSE

Excuses.
They are pointless.
Most are lies and unhelpful.
Because of laziness and shame.
Because of timing and circumstance.
Because of something that could have been different.
Of just because.