I do not clame ownership to the lyrics used. They belong to Eminem, king of rap.
"Aunt Edna always told me "Keep makin' that face it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile I'm just standin' there
Holdin' my tongue tryna talk like this
'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you wear? I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh, they can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you, yeah, so...
Lately I've been hard to reach, Ive been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone...
So are you calling me, are you trying to get through, oh?
Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?
So oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em
And be yourself, man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful, so..."
Just another day o high school. Another day of waking up, getting ready, a boring bus ride there, walking the halls like a trained zombie, sitting class listening to the teacher drone on and on, and then the boring bus ride back to a house basically deserted.
Right now I'm on the very long and very boring bus ride to school, and just finished listening to Beautiful by Eminem. I don't really believe the lyrics, that everyone is beautiful. I'm not beautiful. Everyone is beautiful in some way except me, everyone has their own definition of beautiful but I'm just here. I just don't match anything. I don't even fit in with the loners. I'm invisible.
With my naturally straight jet black hair, my black band tees, dark skinny jeans, and dark hoodies, i just fade right into the shadows like i was meant to be there. no one understands, but i don't bother to let anyone try anymore because I've been hurt too many times to count. I can't trust anymore, why would i want to when everything I've tried so hard for is either ripped away or was a pointless waist of time from the beginning? As the next song rolls along i sink further into the window and even further into the darker side of my thoughts. I rub at my wrist causing fresh cuts from last night to reopen and burn. i hadn't slept again last night. They were yelling, again, just down the hall as if they knew i couldn't hear them, maybe they thought i was asleep. No... they knew i was awake, they chose to ignore my presence, just like they always do. They yelled at each other about the same damn shit they always do. About how the other never does enough to support the "family", how one is always bringing the other down. The yelling isn't even the worst part, afterward they have makeup sex so that they both feel better. Thankfully He went and got neutered so they can't make any more devil children.
We hit the same big bump we do every day and my head bounces against the window hard. I don't even wince this time. its just become numb there from hitting it so many times, I've been on this bus for 2 months now, my first year of grade 10. A sophomore, but it doesn't feel that way. It's just the same as last year and every other year before it; zombie-like and boring. The only difference is the classes and their difficulty.
As we hit another bump my head rattles and the song changes again, song number 3, one more song after this and we should be there. Approximately 4 songs gets us to the school if we go straight there, any other way is about 6 or 7 songs. The song that just came on is Astronaut by simple plan. I stare out the window at the dewy ground, watching as the fields pass me by everything dead from a season of harvest. Cows mowing around picking up the small bits of fresh grass here and there between the dieing crop. The cows just as zombie like as anyone else.
