Ranting session

You know things that really make no sense? It's so illogical it pisses you off. Like how we have laptops in my school but the only the thing we can go on is gmail, google scholar, and Microsoft Word. that makes no sense that they would waste SO much money to tell us we can't even go on pandora. That money could go to our Spring Dance, that we had to pay 2 DOLLARS to get in. Stupid cheap people just makes me want to punch people in the throat. Then they have the nerve to say maybe just maybe we'd be able to take the netbooks home if we knew how to use them appropriately. Oh how exciting. I'm gonna go home and take this tiny piece of crap that only goes o like three sites. Watch them take out google images soon. "Oh it's unprofessional to have backrounds that don't prepare you for college."Because our backrounds should be a study guide for our class, or better yet, our mission statements. Really what do they think we're gonna do on these retarded pieces of medal while we're in class?! They took off everything and then complain we don't know how to use them correctly. All because I put to much tabs in my assignment. For Real?!!?!! You know what really pisses me off though? How my teachers can smile in your face while they tell you have a detention for coning two minutes late to class. My question is:How can you be twenty six, maybe even older than that and still be as a fake as a barbie doll?! I really want to know if anyone actually knows the answer. Maybe It's a disorder. Yeah. a disorder that causes to ADULTS to be faker than that girl from Mean Girls (and I
'm not talking about Lindsey Lohan.) By the way, how do people like Kim Kardashian get famous? How is she filthy rich because her boobs are big and I'm gonna have to struggle all my life just to live in the projects? That's how you know America is load of bullshit, not the so-called Land Of Opportunity.A bunch of racist old white guys run this country. You know what I never got? Why is bread bleached white? My theory is white people can't stand anything not white, so they decided yeah it's okay to put a bunch of chemicals to make it the Superior Color.

My Bucket List

1. Go to a Mcfly concert
2. Dye my hair purple
3. Kiss a guy in the rain
4. Egg my ex-boyfriend''s house
5. Become a vegetarian for a week
6. Skinny dip
7. Get a tattoo
8. Get a piercing
9. Write a book
10. Be apart of a photo shoot/runway
    
11. Meet a real band in person
12. Punch somebody in the face
13. Be a leading role in a musical
14. Let my hair reach my feet in length
15. Meet Eminem
16. Dedicate a song to somebody and perform it
17. Call room service in a hotel
18. Fall in a pool at a party
19. Go to Vegas
20. Live in a haunted house for at least a day.
21. Go on a shopping spree and waste all my money.
    

Reality

Anger
Rage
say I'm crazed
in a daze
on the brink
of a break
d
o
w
n
'cause I've drowned
in my sorrows
and i'm nowhere to be found
look around
to the sky
to the ground
not surprised
I'm consumed
by regrets
while I fume
they forget
what I store in my chest.
Can't sleep
'cause my dreams
make me scream
out the names
and the pain
that I try to escape
everyday is a waste
as I chase
run in place
and pretend to be brave
for the people I face.
Hopefully
I can please
and pretend life's a breeze
that everything is free.


Sugarcoat reality.

Sidewalk(Broken Dreams)

Walking on the sidewalk
on my two feet
look around me
and I see
all my dreams
behind beams
trying to speak
they can't breathe
life ain't never what it seems.
Can't believe my life
was a fantasy
and I feel
like a freak
dreaming about jellybeans and ice cream
wishing that these things were possibly
a part of life, a part of me
that I was free
from the screams
the police.
Broken people
bursting at the seams
out of their jeans
wishing they had second chances
just to see
everything.
So I'm looking at my sneakers
looking down
trying to smile but have to frown
at the people
all around
with their dreams
behind screens
trying to leave
but can't see
nothing but their broken dreams.

Hate

When I wake up in the morning
want to punch you in the face
what I'm feeling in my heart for you I understand is hate
Want to choke you till your face turns blue
your veins come out of place
pull your hair that you grew
till you bleed out of your brain
wouldn't even have a clue
wouldn't even feel the pain
that I'm gonna do to you
I've been planning this for days
you can't stop me now you fool
you should probably get away
but you can't
you're too fat
I already got the bat
run away far away probably
should've lost some weight
should've stopped eating those cakes
how's it taste
all that blood inside your mouth that I made
from the blade
that I hid inside the couch yesterday
had to wait till today
just to slice you in the face
now I laugh while you race
blood is all over the place
Here's a towel
for your bowels
'cause it's really getting much
I can see where you peed
and you got in on my rug
I'm sorry it ain't a dream
see you looking up above
should've never lied you freak
wasn't smart to pledge me love
'cause you're filling me with doubt
and you make me want to cry
to the sky
to the ground
but there's no one to be found
sorry that your luck ran out
there's nobody in the house
wouldn't even try to shout
look around
it's the last thing you'll see
there's no use for you to scream
'cause you'll see me in your dreams
getting tired of torturing
don't be surprised
if you find tomorrow you aren't alive
you're not close to being free
I might kill you in your sleep
make sure you never cheat on me.