Yes, we are weapons of mass comsumption.

Theme: Reality vs The Rich and the Famous
In the song shes saying how, she'll take off her clothes to get famous and how being thin and plastic makes your life "fuckin fantastic". Shes stating that being famous is the only thing people care about these days, and not only being famous but to be popular or to be invited to the latest parties. She said were weapons of mass consumption because were not only buying our favorite shoes and our necessities, but were buying what the media is feeding us. She doesn't know whats right anymore, and whats normal. Everything is so fake, and the media presents it as being the road down to "the good life". Shes trying to say that nowadays we leave out all the important values life serves us, and is replaced with "fuckloads of diamonds". We need to start seeing the reality behind the Rich and the Famous and not just what it has to offer. I dont think she is only speaking for herself when she wrote this song, but all the less traveled minds that are lost in difference between being real to being fake. I dont think anyone knows what normal is anymore, the motto " If you can't beat them, join them" is being taken to a whole new level. When she sings "its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function" Shes right! We are all programmed to be a certain way these days, its like the media built plastic walls surrounding us, trapping us from the unique of the world that struggles to face us everyday. What are they scared of? That maybe one day we might start believing that all the freaky people bring the beauty to the world. We are not robots, but if one thing we are weapons of mass consumption. The world needs a reality check.

How much control should parents have on their children?

I personally think parents need to have control on there children, but how much? Is a different story. Many parents keep a tight leash on their children for many reasons. Some of these many reasons can include bad experiences or past childhoods, wanting perfection to rise out of your children, the fear of them facing this world everyday, or they just simply love you. It may not seem like they love you if they dont allow you to go to your friends house, or skip out on your homework, but really all they want is the best for you. Me being a teen and everything, sometimes understands the value of the leash that is held upon me. I know my parents only want me to be safe, and to hang out with the right crowd, but what happens when you are hanging out with the right crowd, and you are being safe, and your the perfect kid in your eyes, but not in theirs? Thats when faith and trust is replaced with dishonest denyial.

Having a decent relationship with your parents is a key to life, without it you are locked out of many opportunities, and forced to face the world by yourself. They are their to guide you and to love and support you, but when trust starts to fade, the relatonship will start to die. Parents need a reason, and proof of why they should trust you, not only because your their most prized possesion in life. If you were to sneak around, do bad in school, lie, misbehave, the list goes on, then what makes you think they will have the will to trust you. Faith is something you have to earn, and not something you can steal, buy, or just recieve. Its one of the most delicate traits anyone could possibly have, it takes a lifetime to own and a second to lose. If your parents dont trust you they must have a reason behind their decision. Its only up to you to find out what that is, and to prove the world wrong and get that faith thats always been needed back.

Your the cure to my cancer, and the drugs to my addiction

Your the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction. Your the catch to my fall, and the wind in my hair. Our fingers intertwine like a missing piece to a puzzle. Faith and hope are served, and wonder drifts in between. The late phone calls that would put me into a cloying sleep. I create your name in the feathery iron clouds that lay above me. You are the only thing that keeps my heart pounding with unreal beats. You are the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction.

not very good at writing, but i love it anyways

He told her she was pretty, and that the addiction to her smile drove him crazy. Thinking about him set butterfly's fluttering making her stomach weak. Life was unbelievable. He picked the one girl that didn't know who she was, and who was lost in the twisted fate that faced her everyday. He said he likes different, and she knew for a fact she was far from ordinary. She wasn't unique either, once again lost in her own thoughts and his. Friday night was coming and the butterfly's kept on fluttering and spreading their wings as wide and big as possible. Messages were being delivered from the rushing flow of her friends that were sweet and scandalous. Tricks were being played and honest thoughts were being dealt. Once again, Friday night was going to be the night when all her fears would fade. She didn't know what she was doing, her tongue was spitting out words that haven't even crossed her delicate mind yet. She felt like she was on the rollarcoaster of her life, and the second where she could of jumped off board was the one that had already escaped. Paranoia took over her deprived heart, her world turned black and white, her watery eyes turned iron steel, every single bone that would lay beneath her supple skin doctored into regretful ashes. Her faith had finally turned into denial. She woke up the next morning with blistering eyes, they were struggling to open, but the endurance came through and finally she could lay her blue eyes on the bright green patches that came off of the spring grass, including the royal sky that had set the trapped butterfly's free. Finally they flew away and left no apologies.

Dear Mom,

I want you to have faith in me that I'll make the right decision. Locking me up, and protecting me from the world that faces me everyday wont teach me the values I must learn on my own. Your always telling me to follow my dreams, and to reach for the sky and don't let anyone stop me, what about you? I know your scared because of your past, but I'm not you Mom. I'm Emma, my own person. I know you say that its not me that you don't trust it's him, but please take in some consideration that I'll make the right choice. Yes, I am going to get hurt eventually, but I have to decide who is worth the pain. I'm growing up, I'm not that little girl anymore. I will always be your daughter, and you will always be my Mom no matter what. What are you so afraid to lose? I'm always going to be here, even when the day comes when I move out, I will always be there. The most important thing in a mother and daughter relationship is loyal trust, and if we don't have the faith that's needed, our relationship will die. Please.

after watching the notebook i wrote this =)

Every freckle on her skin was covered in rebellious desire, while trying to protect and deprive her next conviction. Time was passing, and the stars were dying; soon enough she was going to lay her unafraid eyes upon her true savior. The night was striking and she was swinging away her fears that kept dropping like the watery clouds that sailed ever so slightly above her. There he was, sauntering over the viable sidewalks, intoxication varnishing his impervious complexion. His velvet skin suffocated my paralyzed memories that continued lurking in the omitted oxygen. Our purpose kept pulsing with scurrilous lust, uncontrollable. As the rain struck, termination was painted on our lush lips, and false accusations were committed. The hole in the pit of her stomach was filled with new born yellow jackets. Wet beads tossed and turned through the knots of her hair that was in his shotgun grip. He kissed her without thinking twice as she embraced the perfection of his worldly lips.