13 hour freedom

sometimes i feel good.

i like dance.

i like it a lot.

i feel good when i do it.

i feel free.

i think maybe i belong here.

i think

sometimes i feel good.

and sometimes i think about everything thats wrong

and i just laugh.

because its so silly that things are all wrong

and at the same time

not so bad.

and sometimes i just sit around laughing with you

and sometimes things work out better than expected

and sometimes you realize you didnt to anything wrong

and sometimes you feel good.

sometimes you just dance. even when yr stomach hurts and you had three tests and you saw the person you hate and everyone else looked really cute on the day you decided to rock sweats.

but you just do it anyway

and sometimes it sucks and you wanna cry

and someone makes a joke and you smile a little

and you think

fuck it

be free.

i get to be free for 13 hours a week

and even if you cant feel that

you make it through

no matter how much it sucks

it will all be over in an hour or two.

and sometimes you remember something that makes yr heart drop. or all the time. you do.

but really it will be ok.

because sometimes you are tired of being that annoying stupid girl who doesnt know anything.

and i see some girls now

and honestly

(this sounds real bad)

i just think something bad will/should happen to them

to make them grow up.

to make them shut up.

to make them learn a little.

and fuck up a little.

and loose a little.

because sometimes you go through a lot of crap.

and some people and some of yrself

isnt there when you get out.

and i dont know,

do you really gain anything?

maybe just the worth of whats left?

i dont want to fall asleep again.

im so happy for everyone that was still around when i woke up.

but i dont want to do that to them again.

and im sick of receiving

and i wanna give

i feel so guilty for falling asleep.

and then telling every soul my dreams.

no one gives a shit.

sometimes its ok not to let them out.

thats always been weird to me.

not let things out!?

what?

but i think now im starting to maybe build myself back up again inside.

and i think ill build some shelves for my dreams.

and i think ill be ok.

even on a cracked foundation

ill be ok.

as long as no more big twisters come and tear it town.

i couldnt handle that.

Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance.