Life UntrueLife UntrueBy E.B. Keane-FarrellI'm always forced to beHow you want to see.I always have to standHow you want me to.But I think there's something You don't know,And that something is this:I'd rather die like meThan live like you,Because livingWould be a life untrue.
One WindowOne WindowBy E.B. Keane-FarrellOne window is all I need,A window of opportunity,A chance not to bleed.To be able to let my emotions loose,To prove myself,To let them see.Unfeeling and unwelcome,Unknown and unsafe.To let the world knowThat I'm not ungrateful,I'm not untruthful,But all I want to doIs to love and be loved in return.One window is all I needTo let everybody seeAnd to shout out,"I am meAnd that's all I'll ever be."
You Broke MeYou Broke MeBy E.B. Keane-FarrellI hate it when you're thereAlways giving me that glare.I know that you're looking at me,Talking about me,Saying things you shouldn't be.I always hear your voice in my ears,Things that ought to remain unheard.I can't stand when you're around;I want to run you into the ground.I don't know why you get that wayEvery time I see you it gets worse.Your looks, your wordsAre very terse.You broke me;You choke meWhen I see you staring.I hate it when you look at meAnd you try to make me cry.Sometimes I want to take a knifeAnd watch you die.What happened back then?In that sweet