tell me no lies

Curse this heart of mine,
shake my head at it's fraility.
As tears well up once again,
when will the hurt ever go away.

Curse those eyes of his,
their coldness etched in my memory.
The stories they tell me,
tales of a dream in them lay.

Curse these lips of mine,
they tremble as they emit a sigh.
The rememberence of kisses,
too many wasted on his cheek.

Curse those arms of his,
that held me in their lies.
No comfort can be found there,
empty betrayal is all that held me.

Battle cry of the Invisible Loser

Exposed in humiliation,
Mocked in deliberation,
The life of a loser is not one of fame,
But yet the stereotype is infamous.

You know them by their features,
Recognize the lack of social airs,
They could be the ugly duckling,
Or the tubby two by four,
They could be the soft spoken,
Or the stammering, or the loner.

But what about the loser,
That no one seems to see?
The unconventional loser,
That doesn't fit the looser scene?
The people that look 'normal'
The ones who vocalize themselves well,
The people who seem to have self confidence,
And look like they have their lives together.

You think I have not described a loser at all,
That description does not fit the definition,
You think I have made a mistake,
But please wait while I give an explanation.
You see the people I am describing here,
Does not fit in with their proper peers.
The people who have been left out,
Left behind of the loser distinction,
You see loser, like any other stereotype,
Starts as an attitude, which comes from deep within.

So if have not caught on,
If you do not understand,
The loser I am describing here,
Is of the invisible brand.
You cannot see us,
Because it is hidden so well,
But it is not on our invisibility
On which we would like to dwell.
The time has come for us to fight,
Against the normal title that we bear.
We would to known for who we are,
And claim the stereotype that is rightfully ours.

Our humilation is our own secret,
our mockery is our own shame.
The life of an invisible loser is not one of fame,
nor even one that is recognized.
Rise up invisible losers and identify yourselves,
come claim your title that is your own.
Rise up and fight against the image of popularity,
self assurance, or having it all together.
Rise up all those who have lucked out in life,
messed up, or been messed over.
Rise up all you who seem courageous and strong,
and show yourself for who you are.
Rise up all ye invisible losers,
and shout out your battle cry.