Maybe


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My heart aches,

You say everyone has an issue with me.

My fear all along and now I know.


Maybe I am not meant to have friends.

Maybe I am better off on my own.

Maybe you’re lying. But maybe you’re not.


Maybe they all hate me.

Maybe I am everything you say

Maybe everyone will be better if I disappear.

Role Playing

We love to plot, write, develop characters & explore new ideas within our chronicle. If you are a writer, we will love to have you. We plot everything with our members. Be Creative! We create stories & plots for your characters & others! & we have fun & make friends.Come RolePlay Marvel/DC/Fantasy Characters and more.You can play any character, as long as you can fit them into the story. (With admin approval of parts as always.) One person per character.We rp Marvel/ DC and various other fairytales/fantasy characters. Please note we no longer Rp Once Upon a Time. All the characters we have from Once are ocs. https://www.facebook.com/groups/FreedomRoleplay

My Little Baby

Zelda

I sit here looking through old photos, toys, and memories.

I look at you as you grew, and I think,

Where did my baby go?

My little girl, so grown up with a mind of her own.


I miss the days of snuggles and rocking you to sleep. 

I miss your giggles and your nonsense words.


I can’t stop you from growing, 

and I can’t stop you from getting hurt,

but mommy will be here no matter what.

Loving you and snuggling you,

just like I did when you were my little baby. 


You will always be my little baby girl.

Everything Ends

Everything must come to an end.

No matter how much work has been done.

No matter how much time has been given.

Everything must come to an end.

Sadness envelopes me as it ends.

A chapter of my life, which has gotten me through so many challenging times.

All of my work is gone in an instant.

Friendships, stories, development gone.

Where do we go from here, and how do I overcome this crushing defeat?

All things end, but I wish they didn’t have to.

Always Alone

alone

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Penny

I look at you, and I see Penny.

I hug you and imagine it’s her.

I know this is wrong, but I miss her so much.

I know she would want me to love another dog.

I know she wants me to adopt more and love more.

It’s not fair to you to compare you to her.  

My Penny is gone and my Harper is here. 

I am sorry my dear, I love you too.

Saying goodbye is always so hard.

Good Friends

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Good Friends

What do you want from a good friend?

What do you expect from a good friend?

A friend should always have your back.

A friend should stand by you and support you.

However, a good friend will support you,

They will also tell you when you are wrong. 

They call you out and give you advice, 

Even if it’s not what you want to hear.

Good friends should be treasured.

Good friends are hard to find.

Don’t be angry with them for telling you the truth.

Be thankful for they are the only ones who truly care.

Scream and Yell

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Some might say I’m mean.

Some might say I’m loud.

People will say anything to hurt you.

They will make you question who you are,

And what you stand for.

They say you’re the mean one.

You might be loud and yell.

You might scream and curse,

But sometimes you need to.

You need to yell, scream, fight!

You need to be loud!

They may think you are being mean, but who cares!

When people are bullied, tormented, and wronged.

You have to stand up!

You have to give them a voice when they have none.

You have to yell, scream, and fight!

You have to stand up!

You have to give them a voice when they have none.

One Night

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One night, two people.

Calling me names, blasting me to others.

Some say it doesn’t matter.

I should forget it and move on.

It’s their loss and blah blah blah…

Bullshit!

Why does it hurt so badly if all these other people say it shouldn’t.

Why am I the target? Am I weak?

Why is it so hard to walk away? Why do I want to keep talking?

And why do I get so angry? Why am I so hurt?

Each Morning

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Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

Each day, a new beginning.

A joyous day to start a new

New promises, a chance to change.

Be a better person.

Make a difference in your life.

Make a difference in someone else’s life. 

Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

You are the star shining bright.

Bring this light into the world.