I'll tell you the truth now.
I've lost someone I care about.
Actually, make that two.
I've become scared of someone close to me,
afraid to leave my room
when they come home from work.
It's not as bad as it could be,
and I guess it could be worse,
but I have this anger inside me,
and it makes me want to curse.
I want to hurt him badly,
the one who took Jesica away.
She shouldn'ta left this world,
that cold dark sad day.
I want to share this with you,
because I know you are the one,
who will hold me while I cry,
and call me you're hunny-bun.
But I won't tell you the truth,
because you're life might be worse,
you're father's no where to be found,
atleast I have one, right?
There's someone else I loved,
who I found out was prejudice
towards people of different races,
and it makes me mad.
Telling you the truth,
could take it all away,
but I don't want to dump all my problems on you,
you're one of the people that i lost.

Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself.  That's what I live by.

I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

Somewhere out there a cow is laughing at you