“I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.”

Don’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.

I may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

Seasons change, With my heart along For the ride.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.

Maybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

I’ve been trying to put the pieces of my puzzle back together but my hands are far too shaky to put my life in order.

You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.

Maybe my fairy tale has a different ending than I dreamed it would. But that’s OK.

They laugh at me because I’m different; I laugh at them because they’re all the same.

I think I’m a different kind of role model for young girls.

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes, live in the same building, but we got different views.

Let children learn about different faiths, let them notice their incompatibility, and let them draw their own conclusions about the consequences of that incompatibility.

If there is any message to my work, it is ultimately that it’s ok to be different.

Religion has become so many different things. Religion is an economic thing for some people. Religion is a gun.

I want to do something different, really different, and if it alienates people that’s too bad.