(I guess you've forgotten) How I Feel

This is a song. I was singing it. I was bored

I don't really care-care,
How I wear my hair-hair.
I really never was that type of girl.

What I think of boys-boys?
They just make noise-noise,
They're crude and rude and I don't need them.

How could you keep asking me these questions?
The questions you know I won't answer
Just the way you want them.
So I guess, you've forgotten how I feel.

Ohohohohohohohohoh.

So I guess, you've forgotten how I feel.

Cookie Jar

You reach for the Cookie Jar,
'It's just on top of the fridge,'
You tell yourself.
'I'm sure I can reach it.'

So you stand on your tip-toes,
Stretching as far as you can,
To get a tasty little morsel,
Your mother told you you couldn't have.

'It'll spoil your appetite,'
You remember her saying.
But you still reach up,
Not caring about the consequences.

You can't reach by yourself,
You soon realize though.
And get a small step
To boost yourself up.

Your fingers just barely touch
That smooth glass pot you're aiming to grab.
So you still stretch,
To try and grab it.

You manage to just barely grasp it,
In your small little hands.
So you come tumbling down,
Your yummy prize in hand.

You've bruised yourself a bit,
Trying to get what your mother said,
You couldn't have before dinner.
But that doesn't really matter to you.

You eat one cookie,
You tell yourself,
'I'll only have a few more.'
But you just can't stop.

It's so yummy you eat the entire jar,
Leaving only a few crumbs in the bottom.
You panic, realizing what you've done,
And how angry your mother is going to be.

You manage to slide the jar,
Neatly back onto the fridge.
You had such a good taste in your mouth,
But now it's a bitter and sour one.

You realize it's because you feel guilty.
When your mother comes home,
The taste gets worse.
Like it even could.

You don't want to eat anymore.
Your mother was right,
The cookies would ruin your appetite.
You didn't like the fact you felt guilty.

A few days later,
You pull down the Cookie Jar again.
It's lighter than it was,
for it's lack of cookies inside.

You open it up,
Just to remind you,
Of how guilty you feel,
Because the feelings been gnawing at you.

To your surprise though,
Instead of being an empty jar,
There's a note inside.
It has your name on the outside.

You open it up,
And here's what it says:

'Dear Child of Mine,
You probably don't feel to well right now.
It's fine though,
I forgive you.'

'Don't worry,
Laugh it off.
I did the same,
When I was a child of your age.'

'If you told me,
That bad feeling you feel,
(I've felt it too,
That's how I know)'

'Would have gone away,
Much sooner than when you found this.
Always remember though,
Even if I had been upset,'

'I love you much,
much,
more than I could ever say,
Your Dearest Mother'

You laughed,
And you wiped away
The tears and also,
That bad feeling you had.

Eating all of the cookies.
It hadn't been a bad thing,
After all,
You suppose.

You put back the Cookie Jar,
And went to the Living Room,
It would be okay,
It was a learning experience.

Your Words

You're so deep that you're drowing
In your own words of wisdom.

I hate to admit that you're good with words,
Words that make me cry because they relate to me so much.

The words on your paper are prettier than mine,
Cuz you were raised that way, and I wasn't.

You're so nice I don't know what to do with you.
You're so nice you don't realize you're hanging with the wrong people.

It weird that when I look at your face I loathe you,
But when I look at your words, it seems we could be best friends.

It's strange you could stab so deep into me,
Even though I feel as if when you do so, I won't bleed at all.

Your look is a sugar plum fairy,
Your words can be the same.

Your look is an evil demon,
Your words can be the same.

Your words work magic,
The dark and the light kind.

Your words will reach me through the shield
I try to put up.

So please don't speak to me,
I'd prefer pretending to know who you are,
And not know any further than that.
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It's really no use trying to compliment me if it comes out sounding like an insult. If that happens, I'd prefer it you'd never tried in the first place.