Bitter Sweet Symphony

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I wrote this quite a while ago, but I love it.


I am Bitter Sweet. I am everything I want to be, whether you see it or not. Tonight I am alone, but I am not lonely. I now see everything I never thought I would quite understand. I can change, no matter what you say. But you cannot change me. I'm here in my room. Listening to this sound we simply call life. It passes us by, whether gently or not, it flows. Where will you end up, I guess we shall never know. What's the point in waiting around? Its happening right in front of you, don't let it pass you by. This all takes courage, it takes strength, it takes independence, it takes YOU!! Don't let yourself down. You are the symphony. You are the reason. You are the reason for all the good, for all the things you never did, for all the things you wish you had, for all the things you have done, for everything you gain, for everything you lose. You are the reason. At this place in the road you choose your path. You choose loneliness, you choose anger, you choose passion, you choose love, you choose. No one makes up your mind, you do. "You must become the change you wish to see in the world." You and God are the only sure thing. If everything else around you falls apart you can still make it through. You can still live. You can still decide if you fall or stand up. You can't make them understand you. You can't make them believe you, trust you, want you, be there for you. Because if God is there walking through this with you. But you can believe in yourself, trust your decisions, want what you have, and you can never fail for yourself. YOU are responsible.


I wrote this a while ago too...but i like it alot, but its weird, because its metaphorical for a lot of things that were and are going on in my life.


The knife is being gently twisted,
Making the pain more unbearable than before.
Jealousy seems to be a pattern in this wicked place,
It separates them.
The numbers went from many to few,
And now only to one.
One,
Can one be trusted?
Is one worth it?
Wouldn't none be better than one?
These contemplations turn over in her mind,
and in her heart.
The question is inevitable,
The answer is not what she had wanted.
But then again,
Is anything exactly as she wanted?
Another knife,
but this one hurts much worse.
In the epiphiny of the moment she collapses,
She falls into who she knew she was.
As she packs her bags,
she gently lays to rest the hurts that she has held for far to long.
A new journey lies ahead,
But this one is not yet complete.
With each passing day the knife continues to be turned,
Each breath,Each second until the day when she can go.
His words still echo in her mind,
His truths,
His lies,
His wisdom,
And his criticism.
She knows now that these are only her decisions.