I remember when I walked up to the highest mountain,
Thought I would never reach the top.
I was weak and didn't believe in myself...
But somewhere inside something told me to try.

I took my first step towards the mountain and started to climb.
I kept going, because up top, someone was calling me.
At the rate I was going to take days, weeks, months....maybe even years.
But my heart was pounding.

A lot of times I almost fell off the mountain because I became weak.
But then I'd just hold on for my life for something good for me was to come.
I wanted to give up at times.
But my mind kept saying "dont".

After 2 1/2 years I reached up to the top.
I felt like I was on top of the world.
It felt worth it, and my heart felt so filled.
Every cut from every bush, bruise from every rock and sweat that rolled down my forehead was worth it all.

Staying up here just for 6months....
I must say they were the best 6months of my life.
I felt so complete like never before...
And those years of fighting were worth it too.

As time went by I slowly started climbing down the mountain.
It was getting cold up there and I no longer felt complete.
I began my journey down, but sometimes I'd get the call to go back up.
And I would start heading up again but then go back down.

I couldn't handle going up and down over and over...
I just gave up and started heading down.
I was scared to go back up to the top.
And within just a year and half....I reached the bottom.

I looked up at the mountain with tears.
I loved it up there but I know nothing will ever happen.
It broke my heart for I wanted to stay up there.
But somewhere inside of me I knew I wasn't good enough.

So now I walk away from the mountain.
Alone.

A mirror on the wall in your room, representing your heart,
Which also shines out your beauty, something others fail to see.
Always looking at yourself, smiling and posing to be the best you can.
Wanting to look as best as you can for that special someone.
Hoping they'll see the beauty you have.

After so many days of talking, trying to butter them up by stroking their ego.
Trying to make them happy everyday, giving it your all...
You're happy for yourself...for once.
With this special person you shine out brightly.
They love you and you love them too.

After so many months of being together, arguments here and there happen.
And with each time you cry, the mirror cracks.
For your heart is tearing apart piece by piece...
Til the final blow comes that pushes you to fall.
Shattering the mirror into pieces...

Slowly, in your room, trying to put the pieces together.
Even the little ones as your hands bleed from the sharpe parts.
Trying the best you can to fix up your heart...yet failed.
Days later you have given up...and a new mirror has come...
Your heart is fixed....and then repeat again...

Sika 11/23/11

Left and right, anywhere she turns, she causes pain.
People think shes always happy and sane,
When in reality, she can barely stand on her own two feet.
They see her always smiling, when in reality there is something deep.
So deep she hides it, never revealing it,
Because all it is, is a bunch of shit.
It causes pain to her friends and family.
She cries in the night all alone constantly,
Never wanting to be a burden to others.
Yet she still carries other peoples sadness,
Always wanting to help everyone.
Never forgiving what she has done,
Forgiving everyone, yet takes the blame for their actions.
With this there is a dead end, where there are no other directions.
Staring at a wall, clueless as to where to go.
Can't say yes or no, but "I don't know."
So she sits here alone at the dead end with a broken heart.
Slowly dying inside; slowly falling apart.

-Angel 11/20/11

Our life is like a tree, we are very much alive and very beautiful.
Our leaves are green and our flowers will soon be bloomed in the spring.
The flowers with so many different colors, representing our different personalities.
Together we create something unique.

Our lifetime is like a trees life in a year, they come back alive in the Spring,
As so are we born into this world.
The world is like a forest, we are all our own trees.
We create the earth as so do trees create a forest.

Our lifetime is like the trees life in a year, for trees shine the most in the middle of the year, yet leaves have fallen for Fall is coming,
As so do we shine in our middle age with our successful lives, but our pain come out as well.
The world is like a forest, we gather together to enjoy each others company.
Every tree showing their uniqueness with no shame.

Our lifetime is like the trees life in a year, for trees go to sleep in the Winter, with their leaves all gone,
As so are we slowly dying in our old age.
The world is like a forest, without the trees there is no forest.
Without us, there is no earth.

The future people's lifetime is like the trees life in a year, the trees come back to life.
And with that, our earth is never dying.
Our future world is like a forest, they are made up of so many years,
As so are we full of many generations...

-Angel
11/8/11