Friendship, family, passion.
Black and red,
Blonde, pink and dumb,
Our faces aren't our stories,
Our looks do not define us,
And we are more than what we seem,
We are more than what you dream.
Everyone has a dark side. Some bury it deep beneath their skin in cracking black bottles of anger and pain. Emotions trapped beneath, "I'm fine," beneath the lies. They smile and laugh until the bottles break as rivers of tears or chaotic storms. Or silent as the night, the bottles shatter themselves and watch the crimson run. These are the ones that break.
Everyone has a dark side. Some use it as a mask. A black shield to hide their pain and wipe the tears away. Cover up the light because they don't want to live up to anyone's expectations and when people see good, they expect good; nothing else will suffice. But deep beneath the tall walls and hard shell is a heart of gold with cracks and scars. A heart that's waiting to be healed. They think it's weak to ask for help. These are the ones who hurt to conceal that they are broken.
Everyone has a dark side. Some embrace it with an inhuman joy, a psychopathic love of watching others suffers. Of torturing those that hurt them or those that did nothing but good. These are the ones that destroy. The ones that will laugh as the world burns.
Everyone has a dark side. Some let it out thought fighting or calm. Find healthy ways to let the darkness go so the light can be free. They run to leave frustration behind and find the calm inside the storm of life. The draw to let the pain cover the art in beautiful forms rather then cover their mind in an unending darkness. Theses are the lucky ones.
Everyone has a dark side but no one is born pure evil for even black holes as born of shining stars. Life can shape us to its design but we're the ones that either choose to let it or make our own path. Everyone has good in them but whilst some snuff it out until only one ember remains, others let it burn until their last remaining day when a supernova bursts away. Both the light and dark are a part of us. We're the ones that decide what that means. Whether we bury and break; shield and hurt; embrace with unnatural cruelty or let the light shine free of the dark burdens and let them burn away...
Why don't you look in the mirror,
There's no one standing there.
Your insults may rust and scar,
But in the end there'll be no one left to hurt,
When you're all alone.
Soon I'll be gone,
Soon even your so called friends will see your lies,
And the backstabbing beast behind your eyes!
One day you'll burn with all the bridges behind you...
I'm searching for something,
Buried deep inside,
Words locked inside a cage of doubt,
A prison of my fear,
A cell created by the hate of teachers who want me to conform,
But when the pain and anger gets too much,
The bars will break and burst,
A million words...
Screaming in frustration,
Crying into space...
Wishing that the clock would stop.
Staring at a blank page,
Don't see an end to this pain,
The sun may shine again,
The world will carry on,
But the work will only pile up,
Until I'm buried alive beneath the weight I can't shift.
Life is too cruel, if we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live.
Love is a belief that fills our hearts with hope that even when we're in darkness, there's always going to be stars to guide us back to the light.
Forever he walks next to a monster. Why is the noble man loyal to a noble beast? Villagers whisper behind their backs, wondering how someone so honest; so full of light and light can love a heartless savage who haunts their dreams. Kills and tortures without mercy. Rips out the hearts of innocents and taking pleasure from their fear. Then he dances with their daughters as if he was a gentleman rather than the vicious demon that hides underneath. Yet still, the dark haired lord stays loyal to the devil; never questions him, nor does he falter in his devotion.
The truth. Why does man of honour care so much for the man of rage? A tyrant who takes he wants without thought to the victims he leaves in his wake. Surely, there must be a reason...and there is. With a kind warmth in his eyes, the hazel eyed protector looks to the left at his younger brother. The one they hate so much. His name spoken throughout the world, a legend; a story to scare kids. Yet he sees no anger, no hate, nor a beast. Just a little, light haired boy with beautiful blue eyes and an innocent smile. Remembers the fear in that little boys eyes when his father struck him (he should have struck his father down the moment he layer a hand on his little brother). The bastards son.
All his life he had been called an abomination by the man who should not have cared who's blood he carried, so how would he know that he could be anything else but a monster. For every tine he picked up a paintbrush; every time he drew an image of beauty, he would find only pain (art is for maidens, not men!) His little brother, the living boy he failed. He remembers the terror in eyes as blue as oceans as he screamed in chains. Moonlight illuminating his body as every bone broke and changed into a form that was both deadly and beautiful. A lone wolf...
His father had hunted his brother for how he was born. A curse he bore for his ignorant mother's mistake. And though he could not take away the pain of his family, one thing he could do was stay by his side as they ran and ran and ran. Until tales of the monster and the nobleman reached every village in every city. As they burn down the small house, they never see a noble vampire save a lonely wolf from the hate and fear of those who do not understand. And they will alone walk the earth together until they breathe no more for the vampire will always fin the good in his beastly brother as his brother finds in him.
For one remembers a boy stuck down cruelly by his father and too quickly, the boy became a man. Every dagger stabbed in his back created a void in his heart. Would no one love him? He knew the answer as he glanced at his noble brother beside him. One always had, even as others left, one always stayed!
*Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain* Stories of a stranger unchanged and *I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined.* Why don't they see. This ghost is not me. *I was broke down, I had hit the ground* and the pieces were forever changed. Never will they form again.
(*Did you lose what won't return?*)
*I was crying out, couldn't make no sound,* while they laughed and watched me burn. *Run through the flames, that's more passion for me; let them see that even as they *beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall,**I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed.* But strength will never heal what's already broken. Only love can heal the hate that shattered me. *I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.* It seems, no one loves the hero that was broken so they would never break. The unbroken can never love the shield that kept them whole. But even as I know the truth, I still fall for the cruel facade. Falling every time but arms will never catch me. (*Did you love but never learn?*)
*Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change.* Eyes a sorrowful blue; nails as red as blood; Hair a dull brown; clothes black as mourning and black as the night. *I am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote. An even through disaster, eye of the tiger for hope.* I will keep on fighting; keep on trying until there's nothing left. Even as I scream inside; even as I smile,
*no one hears the silent tears collecting*
(*The fire's out but still it burns*)
*You know I had lost hope, I was all alone* but *I'm just beginning,* and now,*the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. *
The lyrics are from:
Story of my life -One Direction
Unwritten -Natasha Bedingfield
Invincible -Kelly Clarkson
Flares -The Script
It's on again -Alicia Keys