I've learned alot these past nineteen years, i've learned that everything changes. the people that care about you will eventually leave. your best friend will turn out to be your worst enemy. not everything is going to be perfect. people usually end up changing for the better. && you're gonna fall in love more than once. i've learned that the person you fell in love with, ends up falling in love with someone else. i've learned it's easier to move on when you lose all respect for that certain person. i've learned that nothing lasts forever, and that everything ends up alright in the end, one way or another. && the sooner you realize things will never be the same again, the sooner you can move on. IM STARTING OVER. this is a new beginning. im tired of trying to make everyone happy. i've learned that trust is a hard thing to gain, and an easy thing to lose. with that being said, i only trust a few people in my life. if something is bothering me, i most likely wont confront you about it. dont lie to me, at all. because, i'd rather be hurt by the truth more than i would a lie. i'm single, and im not looking. but, if someone comes along then fine. (= i tend to let people get the best of me, when they dont deserve it the least bit. i dont know everything, so therefore i wont act like i do. i know i still have alot to learn. i most likely will do things that will upset you but honestly, i could care less. let me live my life, even if i am living it the wrong way. i believe in second chances. even if that means getting my heart broken, or finding out the honest to god truth. wanna get to know me, cool. but dont jump in, and judge me. im probably not what you think. i just want everything, to just somehow end up okay. i just want to be happy again. i've learned that something worth having, is always worth waiting for, no matter how hard, or how long it may be. dont give up, because in the end you'll eventually get it. Tomboy Okay, so I spit occasionally I don’t always wear a ton of makeup Or short shorts and skimpy shirts I don’t have long shinny nails I crack my knuckles And I fight with the boys I run with the boys And climb up trees I drive real fast down a crowed highway I snap my gum. I watch gory movies And swear like a sailor I hang with the big boys and smirk at the little girls I’m a tomboy… what else can I say Regardless of my tomboyish outlook on life I do have some feelings I cry occasionally And I laugh with the girls I dress up to go out And I wear my hair in braids I have sleepovers And gossip about the boys… But I just don’t get why I have to be treated differently because I’m a tomboy Do I not have feelings? Emotions? Thoughts? Do I not have real hair, real fingernails, a real body? Just because I’m unlike those girls that are fake, With their bleached blonde hair And their press on nails And their thousand dollar liposuction… Doesn’t mean I’m not a real girl Just trying to fit into this man created Man oriented Man crazy world I’m a tomboy But I’m the only tomboy you’ll ever meet That can still spit in a skirt and heels Swear like a sailor at a wedding with a beautiful dress on And come home to look in the mirror and smile I smile because I know I’m an individualist I smile because I know I’m a tomboy… I’m not a priss I’m not a sissy little brat I don’t cry about everything I’m not afraid to play with fire Or handle blood Or get hurt But yet I’m a girl all at the same time I’m a tomboy Without any standards for living I’m careful and courteous I’m witty and adventurous And I still can sit down and write a good poem And talk on the phone for hours What else can I say? I’m not like most girls… I’m a tomboy