Rebecca14905

Ever Since I was a kid I had an imaginary friend, his name was Mason, and he was the only person I ever loved, needed, or carried about. The thing about mason even though I got older he never went away, not even with my many therapists. When I was a kid mason was my only friend gave me advise on why Toby Miller was a Butt Face and why Katy Garter had prettier dresses then me, but as I got older he became much more. He was the person to be there when I cried and help me maintain life support on my dying self of steam. My only wish is that they could see him to. Then maybe I wouldn't be seen as crazy, and maybe just maybe I would I cold care.

The one with no name Me the one with no shame Myself the one who came Came when you called Had no shame when you failed And the one who never said my name I am no one, a fragment, an image, a memory An idea of a hero the world so desperately needs I am no one, nothing; I am a blur in the air A shadow in the mirror That person that's never there when you look But always there when needed

                 The rain falling agents the windowsill, the clouds of gray and black. The morning mother, and her second born, never to know what really happened. It was a perfect day for a funeral, sad and depressing, death in the air. But in there harts they wonted it to be a mistake. Not her son, not his brother, being carried of by the black carriage. Though the gates to the cemetery. No tears, just starring, starring as they leave with what shouldn't have happened. As a single tear falls agents  the windowsill.

He's always there He's never alone, Not really Time is everything to those he's meet The mad man and his box trying to escape the pain He's always there, waiting, waiting there To do what we cant do for are selves And stop what we don't know to fear Doctor what? He's in all the history books He's not from here He knows your name, But have never meet him … Yet You hear that noise and run to the window, but nothing They say he's form mars, but I think an anther galaxy He has no home, no past, and infant futures He is the doctor, but doctor who? Doctor What? What is he? Were is he And were can I find my Doctor

I scream, I yell, I shout But no one can hear me A wave my hands franticly I do smock signals, and Mores code Sing language and writing But still no recognition Why wont they listen What do I need to do to get them to hear me? I stomp and stammer Letters and emails Why can they hear? Why don't they listen? Are you even there? Please someone answer me Please

To fear happiness To fear what could be To know, but refuse So afraid of lousing the only thing that keeps you here Too the one person that makes you wont to be here Don't fear love because of the heartache it causes Try to find the good And see if it out whagh s the bad

so i am finally putting together what happen in the last five years. it really helps that i know there backgrounds and read the comic, so i've figured out why Miss. M and Superboy brook up, what happened to Beastboy and why Aqua Lad is with his dad, but i still wont to know what happend to red arrow, red arrows clone, Artemis, KF, i mean really. also it would be nice if they also went  in to the lives of the people. like ZATANNA and her day, the relationships with the new and old team, there lives and stuff. i don't mean a lot of time i don't wont it to be boring but remember when they went to school or you saw them at home for like a second,

I wont to be normal I wont my eyes to be blue not black I wont my skin to be tan not ghost white I wish more then any thing to be normal I would do anything Even sell my sole The hell i get for being different Maybe different tides have different shores I wish to be normal To go out during the day But i can not help it I was borm in an empty grave I was born alone Always alone For it was not my choice I can not help it, I was born this way

This is just to say Sorry for making you cry, Sorry for making you whine. I'm so sorry for me Pulling out your hair, And sorry for making you care. Sorry that a girl like me, Mad an older boy like you Cry mommy, mommy just like you used to.

no one understands me no one ever thinks to care they say that i'm not worth the space sometimes even i get scared scared that they will not need me scared that they will leave why can't I be more like the person they wont me to be they wont someone who will smile someone who will laugh but i can not be how they wont me to be because I am just me I am sad I am creepy I sit in the dark and I tern from the light I hope one day they will see this is me not a person how will become what they wont in the dark I will sit till the day come and they see there is nothing they can so to change me