A castle sat upon a hill,

Like emerald city it shined

The king who ruled the land fell ill,

Leaving his two sons behind

Alistair was the first born,

making him the heir

Kai was the younger one,

though no one really cared

Kingdom come,

Thy kingdom's slum

He needed to be the one

On Al’s coronation day,

Cheers erupted from the land

Kai stabbed him through the heart,

His brother’s throne is where he stands A bitter tyrant drunk on

An idea of power he's trusted

It's all going south

The gold is all rusted

Now they say he's killing

The people he once loved

Craving sugar

A delectable treat

Add a scoop

It's tasting sweet

Cinnamon spice

Makes everything nice

A pinch of salt

Cold like ice

Creamy vanilla

Spills over the edge

And apple filling

You cut out a wedge

Bite into flaky crust

Pie à la mode is a must

Bites her lip and moans

Mumbles drunkenly to me

She seems to like it

I scream in protest

You fumble with your zipper

No does not mean yes

I can't give you what you need

Thanks for asking anyway

I'll leave you displaced and displeased

So what's the point

Wouldn't you rather be alone

Than disappointed by me

Intangible youth

Time is nothing but a concept

Manmade & zealous

Intangible youth

We counted down the seconds

Willed the clock forward

Intangible youth

Parents told us to enjoy

Got high to forget

Intangible youth

Gone before we realized it

So was it wasted?

You're imperialistic

I'm sick of it

You cry on my shoulder

Stab me in the back

Is this all to

Make up for what you lack

Maybe it's my fault

You make me feel like that

My family adores you

They don't have a clue

Underneath makeup

My skin's black and blue

That they've warned me

About people like you

Can't recognize my fate

Until it's come true

It's hard to say who I really am. I see myself through a small lens. The majority of time I spend inside my head, while others tell me to get out of bed; that I should live a little, see the world -- go outside, and explore. Travel to places I haven't seen before. But here I stay, lying awake. So maybe I'm lazy. There has to be more.

There are days when I'm confident, on top of the world. Other days I don't look up from the floor. I criticize every inch of myself, while wishing to be someone else.

This question could be simple if I took it literally. I'd go down the list of my name, age and hobbies. I'm sorry. I know you were hoping for something more profound. I'm not that interesting, so I've let you down.

I have brown eyes and brown hair. They're both common to be fair. My favorite word is deception. Beneath the surface, I'm broken by disease and depression.

Some scars are too deep to mend.

I accept compliments, but never believe them.

I've done things I never thought I would.

I like the smell of bakeries and pinewood.

Sometimes it's hard to make a simple choice.

I can't stand the sound of my own voice.

I probably care more about myself than about you.

I'm good at making promises, but I never follow through.