"Smart girls are over-thinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones, they know what the real world is like. They analyze every little thing in life. Why?
To avoid getting hurt. To find happiness. They stay up at night trying to think about every possible situation to get through all the problems. They think too much. They trust fewer people. Their insecurities proves their respect towards themselves. Of course they try to live away from the drama- filled life. Smart girls now their worth. Now those are the ones worth keeping at your side."
- Bob Marley"It seems like the people who have been hurt the most try their hardest to make people around them happy. People who are the wisest have been through the most. People who are constantly smiling are faking, pretending that maybe if they look okay, then they'll truly be OKAY.
But that's the thing. They try their hardest to not upset anyone, to please everyone. But they can't do that. You know why? Because in the end, who ends up getting hurt? Them."
- Krista Jackson"I hide my hurt, just to please you. I pretend that I'm OKAY. Just so you don't have to deal with my problems, because we all know you have enough of your own. And yet, despite that, I'm still a burden. Always in your way. Always tearing you apart. But I think you need to turn around, and look around, because you're the one who's the burden. Not me."
- Krista Jackson"Honestly, I don't know where I stand with you anymore. I don't know what happened. We you use to be best friends, yet more like brother and sister. Then...it happened. The night turned cold, the sky turned dark. Your eyes were clearly in a different place than your heart. And I still don't know. I still don't know what happened. Or WHY this happened. I just want you to know I no longer hate you. I just want you to be happy. Even if that's without me, that's the price I'm willing to pay. That's all I've ever wanted, since I laid eyes on you that day, back in fourth grade."
- Krista Jackson
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Bipolar Much?
PoetryPoems I have written. Some about love, others about hate. In no specific order. So you'll probably assume I'm bipolar or something because of how fast my feelings change.