Depressive thoughts have no business being in your head

Depressive thoughts have no business being in your head.You know that gun that exists in the back of your mind, taunting you? Making you feel like everything's gonna be better if you use it? Use it to shoot the thoughts instead. Imagine the phrase "I hate myself" being blown to bits by that gun. Take out every thought that brings you pain with that gun, and then get rid of the gun too, because it's still a bad reminder. And if your head feels empty now because your thoughts of worry have been there so long, you need to realize that now is your chance to fill that private space with whatever makes you happy - whatever will keep the sad thoughts away. Your brain is powerful, but it needs you to tell it what to focus on.

I Believe I Can Fly

When I was younger, I decided to represent how I felt towards my brothers and their Autism (mental disability) by listening to this song. It stills tears me up when I hear it, because it reminds me that no matter what, they are still capable of living their lives the best way they can, and they inspire me to try my hardest every day, no matter what the obstacles are.

"i don't like being the green apple among the red ones, but deep down i know that we all feel like the green one. . ."

"i don't like being the green apple among the red ones, but deep down i know that we all feel like the green one. . ."

I read this amazing quote on a Youtube comment for an equally amazing song and artist (Creep [cover] by Ingrid Michaelson). It is an original thought by a soul just like you and me, not famous and feeling unappreciated, and I think I love the quote all the more for that. (Although I think I also like it because I like green apples).

Anyone can relate to this, and I just feel inspired by it. I wanted to write a poem for a contest, but, like everything else I create, I have criticized all my poems because I don't think they are good enough to submit and I hadn't been inspired to write one off the top of my head as usual. But now, with this saying in mind, I shall attempt to write a poem worthy of going on my mom's fridge.

I don't think there is anything wrong with being a green apple, but I have to admit, growing up, I saw a red apple more often than green, and I've seen some people who were like red apples. The quote isn't saying that any apples are bad or rotten, but that some were just less appreciated. Everyone has good in them, and everyone is loved, but not everyone receives the same attention. I would be proud to be a green apple: bright, juicy, different, and loved by my own group.