The Invisible Girl

I'm sitting right here, but you don't notice me, I'm invisible.
I speak up, but you don't hear me, I'm silent.
Should I dress in all black, dye my hair?
Should I scream a little louder?
When I fall, no one helps me, I'm helpless.
When I succeed, there's no praise, nothing.
Should I fake an injury, almost die?
Should i work even harder, past my limits?
What do I do to get you to notice me?
What do I do to feel your love?

   I wrote this poem. I may not be Shakespeare, but, I am quite proud of my work. Yes, my friends have read this. Their feedback has told me that this is a depressing, but very good poem. Feel free to give me your feedback. 

Stop The Hate Now

     To me. To you. To the world. They cause pain. They kill. They crush spirit. And It's getting worse. It hurts. Badly. Help me stop the hate. Don't retaliate. Kill them with kindness. So spread the word. Stop the hate. Stop it now. Stop the crying. Stop the pain. Stop hate right in it's tracks. Will you join?

I'm A Fucking Irish Bitch

Imma Fucking Irish Bitch, Mary. Don't Tell Me I'm Not. It Never Ends Well. Ever. Gimme A Whiskey, Im Doing An Irish Dance, Unicorns, Green Clothes. Rainbows, Pot Of Gold, Red Hair, Leprechauns. Niall Horan, Ireland, Minor Accent, Four Leaf Clover, St. Patrick. Imma Fucking Irish Bitch.

MERP

MERRRRRRRRRRRRRRP
So. Friggin. Bored.
I Can't Shoot The Wall (Inside Joke)
I Can't Text...
Iming? No Responses...
Listen To The Teacher? Hell No.
So. Damn. Bored.
MERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Reese Dante

  Okay, now that I realized you like my love life posts better, I've decided to tell you about Reese. Reese Dante. Hot name, hot guy. Black hair, lip rings, dark, gorgeous eyes. My type. I first met him on a post in Google+, where I reposted with a funny comment of: Jump and see if you can fly! His response? Haha, you first. I say: Meh, you can go first! He says, probably laughing: No you first, I insist! I think he added me as a friend first, but I don't remember. Anyway. I think our first chat was more along the lines of merely two teens who had just met talking when he asked me a question.
   "Is that you in your profile pic?" he asked me.
   "Yes," I said, shyly, because I don't think I'm pretty.
   "Pretty" Reese replied.
     I blushed furiously. No, I wasn't mad, that means I turned red. I mean red, red. No one had ever called me pretty before. Far too soon, Reese had to go.
   The next day, I (no comments on this) I asked if he had a girlfriend. Reese goes yeah, but we broke up a while ago. I have crush though. (whoops, forgot to mention that I accidentally sent a message to Reese meant for a friend saying: talking to a hottie,when he asked who I said, my crush, not tellin!) When I asked who his crush was he said I can't tell you.
   Why? I'll tell you if you tell me. I offered. You first. Haha, no, you first. Why????? Because I'm scared. Why??? ...Oh fine.
   You.
    Same.
    What happened next? Ask me via the comment box!

Never Again Damn That Whiskey

  Last night goes to SK. Some perv tried to get me drunk on whiskey. They thought I was drunk, so they...let's just say they touched me in an innapropriate way. When SK came, I told him. His reaction? "WHAT! Bastards! Stay here." Of course I followed him. In the other room, I saw in stalk up to the guy who did it. I won't say what exactly he said, but I will say that he cussed the guy out good. And did I mention that SK can be quite intimidating? When he came back, I was still miserable. "Need a hug?" he asked.


   Of course I did. He held me close,and I rest my head on his chest, despite my friends awing at us. Then, he kissed my forehead, and rests his chin on my head. The rest of the night was much better. Never again. Never, ever again. Damn you whiskey.

My Stupid Soft Heart

    I fall in love easy...I'll admit it. I'm pathetically weak in the heart, and you don't need to try to make me love you for me fall for you. It sucks, because I also usually speak my mind, and I fail to tell you. Not many people know who I am talking about. It's just... Jesus! If I can't control my stupid, soft heart...There it goes... I won't tell you names, just initials. RD, SK, CO, but mainly SK. ...Fine all of my heart goes to him. There Goes My Stupid, Soft Heart...