redrabbit97

I'm not a girl, I'm a box. Although there is a girl inside. She tries to use her wit against me, telling me to let her out, but if I do then everyone else who gives me meaning will want to leave. Then what will I do. All she does is tell the blunt truth when I let her breathe, but when I put her away she does nothing but lie to me. " Your'e nothing to the outside world but a demon on a canvas. That's all they will ever see in you. The images I put in your head are all your'e worth to them." Her voice usually sounds like mine, but at times her voice is shot. That voice in particular is my favorite of hers, because then she tells me how angry s

No trap in the world can contain me. Only I can hold my self down, but why on Earth would I do that. Call me what ever you please, I'm more than glad to show you who I am. People say that I'm a bit two faced, but that can't possibly be true. Everyone else is just too afraid to show their true colors. At least I know what I want and I'm not afraid to show an uglier side of me to express that. How can I be two faced if I show everything on the same surface. Everyone has some ugly inside, and this second face is no different from the first. Why always look at someone else when you can figure yourself out first. I assure you there's a lot more to

I may not have been born with it, but I will try until it feels natural. Struggle and dedication are two ingredients I use everyday. Fall apart, put it back together, fall apart, put it back together, so on and so forth. Even if I have to dig through stitches to see my skin, the ending is worth it all. If there's no competition, I'll compete against myself and if there's no reward, I'll know the reward is not always in material. Without this determination to be someone, I might have died or lived in an eternal red swamp, wishing I were dead. My life would be a blank page, an empty cup, a wilted flower.  From time to time, I see what I have be