Who am I? Who are you?

Sometimes, you have to step outside and take a breath. Sometimes, you have to step outside to realise who you are.

I detatch myself from that enviroment, it has nothing to do with me. I will have nothing to do with it, for I could think of nothing worse than being that sort of person.

The sort that lies, cheats, their way to affection. The kind whose idea of romance is a half-bottle and a backseat. The type that smile to your face, and then stab you in the back.

If it makes me hated in their world, so be it. Frankly, I couldn't care less. I might contradict myself at times, but I will never be such a blind hypocrite.

The funny thing is, they don't see what they're doing wrong. They don't see the damage they leave behind, because they walk on and expect others to clean up after them. Every single fucking time.

I will always be, who I want me to be. Not influenced by the others around me, but only myself. In the long term, I know that it's the right thing to do. I don't need to be accepted or openly embraced by the High School cliches. I have my friends, who mean more than anything to me.

I step outside, and there's my entire world. Soon I'll be able to shut the door, and put the keys through the letter box.

You.

Nicotine stained finger tips,
Trace rainbows in the sky,
Hold up this smile on my face,
Never let me fall.

Blood stained red lips,
Press their love on your cheek,
Sunset on this forgetable day,
Let tomorrow come.

Bright eyes flicker,
Emit tears that trickle down,
Relieve much intensity,
Those dark shadows come out.

Don't wanna grow up.

I go into my fourth year of high school in, oh, 30 minutes.
Timetable change, teachers swapped about, the usual.
My prelims are less than six months away, and my final exams are only a year.

Fuck, I remember when I was a first year.

I'm citing for a one-way ticket to Neverland, if anyone wants to come with.