InsecuritiesI don’t know what’s the matter with meAll these insecuritiesYou can’t be her friendBecause she’s mineDon’t say how I’m wrongIt might cross the lineWhat if she loves himAnd forgets about me…What if who I really amIs something he’ll despiseWhat if I can only liveIf I clothe myself in liesHow can one commentPut me off my ease…What if by lifting them highI drive myself down low What if she starts to shineAnd I’m lost in the glowWhen did I start to liveOnly to appease…How did my faith so strongSlowly start to waverEverything I should do nowIs alway
I don't understandEvery look I receive Conveys a hostilityThat I know I don’t deserveEach scathing sentenceHeightens my own penanceAm I really lower than dirt?I don’t understandWhy can’t I be who I am?You have the right to beWhy can't you seeAll I need is a helping handWhat’s the matter with me?Can it really beThat shyness is something to be scorned?I’m sure if you gave me the chanceI’d show the world I could danceI’m not a wasted life meant to be mournedI just want to live my lifeGiven the chance, I could flyAll you do is push me downI’m not good enough for youIn anything I do
The Begining of an EndThis is the home of the gods.It is a land like no other: Where the prey is healthy and the chase is fierce; where immortal wolves lounge in coats that glisten; where the brooks run with water that is always satisfying. It’s where plump rabbits chew on clover, and mischievous pups stalk each other in the meadow. It’s where the stars retire when the night is gone. It is an illusion.A puddle reflects its surroundings with startling precision. The goddess Yanna, mother of all wolves, touches a paw to the surface of the puddle, and the image shatters in the concentric rings that expand from where her claws touch the water. Shatter
1. Clearly CursedIt was one of those storms that built ominously on the horizon, cloud towering on cloud until the very air seemed to reek with rain and hail and electricity. It brought winds with it, swirling around it like a cloak. The sky flashed violet as lightning leapt from cloud to cloud.And then it broke, unleashing riverfuls of rain. The droplets pounded against the earth, churning it quickly into mud. Branches thrashed against the onslaught. The forest, which had been near silent with the threat of the storm, was filled with the grumbling of thunder.There was a great pine, gnarled and handsome with age. Its branches and needles helped to shed th
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