Young Writers Society

When they said,
I couldn't control my feelings,
I said, "Watch me."
I'm still going at it,
Yes, even today.
I still have such self-control,
Such incredible self-discipline,
It makes others look up to me.

But I've slapped myself,
Too many times,
And I know too many,
Tears I've cried.
Have I really cried tears?
No, I cry beauty--
The beauty that comes,
From doing what's right,
From making sacrifices,
From standing up,
For what I know is true.

I deny misery,
I deny anger,
I deny the rebel,
That every teenager has inside them.
I deny tears,
I deny hate,
I deny embarrassment,
And all kinds of shame.
I think happy thoughts,
So how can I deny love?
I display it every day,
In every single way,
But I know I shouldn't love you;
No, not in that way.

You're so kind,
And so sweet,
And such a great friend.
You think so logically,
Just like me;
I've always sworn we think the same.

But I will remain strong,
And since you don't love God,
I'm sorry,
But you're not my date.
I'll slap myself,
And slap myself,
And slap myself again,
Until I stop thinking of you.
You know I'll keep praying,
And praying,
And praying,
To get my mind off of you.
I want you out of my thoughts,
My dreams,
And my head,
But I don't want you out of my life,
Not again!

Can I, oh, can I deny pain?
It's standing at my doorstep,
But I'm pushing it away.
Denying love is inviting the pain,
But how?
Oh, how?
Oh, how?
I am stronger than it,
And it knows that too welll.
I push it out,
Slam the door in its face,
And I won't be hearing from it,
Not today.

I have been given,
Power beyond the norm,
By my Holy Creator,
So I can stand firm.
I will obey him,
In spirit and truth,
And he will be my thoughts,
Which will not be of you.

I don't weep misery,
And I don't weep tears.
I don't weep thanklessness,
Nor pressures from peers.
I only weep joy,
Happiness,
Love,
Thankfulness,
Beauty,
Inner grace,
And righteousness.
If you want,
I could cry anything,
But never tears,
Never tears,
Never tears,
I cry.