http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zoey%20Mosqueda The original writings of author Perfect Mistake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986512 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No I am not civil. No I don't have a good attitude. No I will not step down. And no, you can never push me around. I am the essence of rage and fire. I'm not quiet nor am I calm. Once you agitate the monster that lies in me, its only seconds til I go off. I try to control these hostile thoughts but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1606262/ So powder your nose,make your makeup perfect,smile in the mirror,and don't let anyone see you are breaking down to nothing. When eating, sleeping, and caring just become irrelevant, you want to just be alone.So make you sure no one sees you cry, see you close your eyes wishing yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1419094/ Ive been away for awhile and havent written so sorry if it sucks, just me venting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1419088/ Bipolar is my new clothing brand apparently.Top of the line and none less. With these sparkly earrings of sarcasm.Shoes ofheartlessness. These strips of pain that hold me down are like hip newsuspenders. Pants of revenge and redemption wrap tightly on me.I walk around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1117011/ Pretty  That’s whatI am, I guess. I mean,people have been tellingMe that’swhat I am sinceI was two.Maybe younger.                       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1072292/ Every littlething reminds me of you. I cant stopthinking about youIts crazy…. But I knowthat the only way you will only be happy is if I leave and get out of yourlife.But that killsme.So what do Ido? Kill the thelove I have for you and leave you; make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1066724/ Absent and abandoned from love and caringLeft with my conscience consuming meOn going isolation kill the little of my sanity i had left No hope of feeling better Escaping these realities builds scary nightmares http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1041465/ You remind me ofthe times of who I use to be No oneunderstands how I can take so much damage and it has so little effect on me….Every day I face rejection, hatred, disappointment, abandonment, lying,betraying and yet I still have the nerve to say that I love myself. Honestlywith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1041458/  You’ve got a voice that leaves me breathless But with all these screaming girls that say they love youWhat am I here for?  I mean to every breakup and makeup we hadIt turned into a stupid song That crazed fans memorized Maybe we shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1017183/ Lock me up now  Tie my hands behind my back and put a muzzel on me.Because my words are far worse than any action could ever doMy words will stick to you like the death of your child They’ll lurk in your conscious and maul you at your weakest  You’ll b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1013798/ Every little thing reminds me of you. I cant stop thinking about youIts crazy…. But Iknow that the only way you will only be happy is if I leave and get out of yourlife.But that kills me. So what do I do? Kill the the love I have for you andleave you; make you happy, make y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/1006253/ Some girls should come with a warning label on them :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/997397/ No one understands why I can paint the world with words. I dont need eyes to see what this world is really like.I see perfectly. But nobody understands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/994049/ DO YOU ACCEPT ME NOW?Ihave beach blonde hair and blue eyed contacts DO YOU LOOK AT ME NOW?Idropped 9 sizes and you can see my bones  COULD YOU STILL LOVE ME NOW?I’m16 and pregnantDO YOU THINK IM COOL NOW?I’mfaking a jersey accent and a fake ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/989563/ She sees clearly,The way people look at her.  How they whisper, When she walks by them.  She acts like she doesn’t notice, But she notices everything.  She’s a mute.But somehow everyone knows her.  She gets judged co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/988957/ I AM MYSELF.I trust no one.feel no smpathy. I have no heart.Isolation is my bff.I cut to cope. Always fearing.I barely sleep.I'm shallower than a shower. I dont care.I dont mind. I dont love.  I have no ambitions.I have no purpose. I have no self esteem.  I've been hurt. I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/988422/ They say all wounds healyeah they do into scars They say your scars are who you areso im the girl who loved the pain of cutting? They say you dont need so much eye linerIf i dont youll see how mych i dont sleep at night They say i wont judge youthen you go about questioning me and my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/987395/ Zoey you are beautiful NO IM NOTYou’re amazing STOP LYINGYou’re perfectSTOP! Its killing me All these false comments Your making me feel worseIm not anything;  I AM the definition of WORTHLESS  No one will ever l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/985932/ You’ve hurt me                                              &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/980843/ It hurts hearing you talk of her. How you spawn over every aspect of her motives. I wanna blast music in my ears and never hear the inflation in your voice.   I've been with you the whole time.Seen all those girls who broke your heart.   Your perfection attract.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/968294/ I was in all the health rooms, I knew what they would do to me. Did nobody else hear all those videos saying "the POSSIBLE side of affects of taking such and such?"  I knew i could stop when i wanted to. Thing is, i never wanted to stop.  I loved what they did for me. They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/960185/ You are a social nightmare.Yet you trust people whom you dont know But the people you do know, You have no such thing as trust. You NEED attention from something, when reality doesnt give you anything.   But when reality cathes up with you and your "fantasy" you shy away an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/960176/ Im kind of liking thisThis blood thing. Fetish? Fixations? Not quite an obsession yet, I can see it growing into that.  I understand why people liked the feel of slicing their flesh, realeasing bottled-up hurt.  Unable to slip into sleep, Unable to fall into dreams, U.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/951091/ Thats what i am now Incomplete They keep asking for truths. Im afraid to give them answers. I keep hiding behind dreams. Except maybe they're  realities. They keep asking for reasons. I give them lame excuses. I want to live in my fantasies. Expect maybe they're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/951090/ Blasting  music in my ears When all im trying to do is hide my fears I'm just a face unseen by most eyes They think i'm a monster because of my lies  I try so hard with fake laughs and smiles But my unspoken actions are horrendous and vile People ask why i never cry, I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/948665/ Welcome to our society, you will be judged on what you wear, which music you listen to, what you look like, how you act, who you hang around with and practically every other personal trait and imperfection about you. Oh and you'll be made fun of for being who you really are. So get ready for rejecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/946707/ "We'll get you help, you'll be fixed again" I'm sorry but was I ever broken?  You say you know what's best for me I'm sorry do you even know me?   You talk to your friends about your long-lost cause daughter. I'm sorry but did I ever have a cause?  "We've r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/946292/ She is the essence of disbelievingthe manifestation of america She is the cause with no reason  the chain reaction of a hollocaust She is undefined the long lost cause of Black Dahlia  She has the oddest ways of handling things. She'll think for a second, but act .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/946249/ I once had a dream That was full of fire Full of all the hate in the world  Corruption is everywhereAnd fire follows in its wakesGovernments are corrupt, And fire razes them down  Proverty is everywhere And fire is always with them People go hungry, And the fire bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/942972/ Im nothing but hate and loathing Bits of burning flesh and kerosene Burning with passion For the life of the serene I've ripped apart the rule books Carved my hate into my skin Torn down by those around me Only to hide what's within Im nothing if not angry Clear as musch as confuse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/940905/ Wrote along side with a dear friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/939810/ It's a community, our family We spend the cold hours in the shadows of the alleyway Food wafting in the air from the experience restaurants down the road Happy people with bulging wallets stride past They aren't happy - its just a label The happy people aren't looking at us in stables Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/939719/ The painting beside the Mona Lisa Knows no audience It hangs on a brass peg Centered on a great white wall Protected by the museum it rests in  The painting beside the Mona Lisa Is in a prime for viewing But Da Vinci;s strokes hold all the fame And the crowds that gather have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/939698/ Her words are spitting out faster than a viper releases venom. With each blow harder to take than the last, all thats going through her mind while she's exploding in a sea of anger with her tears claiming her face is why does this always happen to me? What did I do wrong? Must I change everything as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/939697/ Rain, Rain go away because of you my pain will stay.With people's innocence always mocking me making me transparent and illnatured to everyone but him. Being a merchant of love gave me what i needed when i pleaded for salvation. With him being perfect at being imperfect gave me a different kind of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoey-Mosqueda/939677/