I know myself

you're a faggot

a low life maggot

the scum of the earth

wasting your time

jumping and skipping and moving about

dancing throughout

the entire day

what are you gay?

pick up a football

toss that around

don't roll on the ground unless it's in dirt

do you stay on the stage so you won't get hurt?

and all i can say is love to dance

and if you gave it a chance

maybe you'd like it too

come hang with my crew

and we'll show you what we do

i know you don't understand why i love it so much

and such is life

one with strife and judgmental people

not seeing the beauty in movement

the duty of my mind

to express emotion with no words

no canvas just bodies

moving in space and time

poetry in mime

no emphasis on rhyme

but the flow of the unwrittern words

like caged birds we long to be free

see with me it's not about the stage

or the rage i feel when you say

"dance is for wimps"

its about the reaction to my art

letting my heart pour onto the floor

as i pirouette and grand jete

i don't care about a pointed toe

no i care about me saving myself

from a life with no outlet

no drain in a sink

where i can let out what i think

bottled up

throttled up

i let go and show them all

when you come to a ballet class

and balance on your toe

keep your back straight in your plie

than ok

you have the right to talk

but for now walk a path

where i wont see

you trying so hard to be like me

confident in what im doing

every time you call me gay

for walking into "teens ballet"

remember that i know the truth

you're just ashamed to be you

old friend

re reading through the pages of life

and you stop appearing in recent chapters

the authors sick of you dragging down the book

look

its not like you weren't fun for the readers

your job was to entertain

no strain on the brain of the writer

much politer than the protagonist

who complains and complains

about your strain on his brain

and the chain you hold

it's old

and rusting at the edges

scraping on the ledges

of his mind

you were kind

but he was blinded

and than when you reminded him

that he was more than all this

drinking smoking one night bliss

he put down the pen and started over

you died in the chapter no one likes

you died in the chapter they all wrote

you died in the chapter i got smart

you died in the chapter i gave up

on you

and refused to do

what you wanted

our friendship flaunted

our names were hanuted

in the halls of our school

so fucking cool

left them in awe

dropping their jaw

at what price is what i ask

relax i dont hate you

i just see that with me this wont be

working towards my sanity

vanity is not friendship

our friend-shit

i wasted

my time and effort

im turning the page on you

and though i'll remember

that you were a member

of the privileged few in my life

that i called a brother

you were like no other

and hurt me more

than the rest before

never a bore

but always a chore

Don't forget it

as the tears flow down my cheeks

i wonder if you even knew me

new me cali with the heart of gold

the price of that is up you know

holding on to memories

while you collect the remedies

of all the pain inside of me

and use and abuse it for your own extremities

my love is not a childrens toy

that you can squish and throw with joy

the smile that you have on your face

while you take me out of my healthy space

a comfy place

show me that im nothing in fact

a worthless rag a tool a stack

a pile a heep a mound of stuff

tough to love i get it

my words are like knives

and my face, dont forget it

because when im done wiping the tears

and you look back at your past years

you'll wish you tried

not to hide whats inside you're terrified

of me, and my dreams

chasing what i want

or just chasing the impossible

improbable

because i get what i want is my motto

i guess you prove me wrong

because you is all i want