Be Real or Be Gone

 Be Real or Be Gone 

 

Be real or be gone, my new philosophy in life when it comes to the people around me. 

Life is too short to deal with fake people, negative people and people who only want to use others for their own personal gain. 

If you want to be in my life in any capacity, be real, be authentic, don’t fucking lie to me, or just leave me be. 

My peace is more important than surrounding myself with people, especially those that don’t truly care, that will only bring pain! 

 

So, be real or be gone, I can’t take anymore shit, I’ve been through enough. 

I’m tired, I want calm, I want peace, and it would be nice to have love but only without the bullshit and lies. 

I need sincerity, honesty, consistency, and loyalty; the lack of which is the reason life has made me so tough. 

Also, it’s the reason that after a wonderful day, my brain rips it apart and this strong woman cries. 

 

Be real or be gone, my heart has been broken enough by friends, family and lovers alike. 

I’m ready for peace and happiness in my life, even if that means I end up going on alone. 

I’m no longer accepting anything but authentic and real, people who truly give a shit about me, anyone else can go sit and spin on a spike. 

This new chapter in my life is about me and what I need, so be real or be gone, I don’t need fake in my zone! 

 

-Angela Stull, 10/13/24 

Loneliness, My Old Friend

 Loneliness, My Old Friend 

 

Loneliness, my old friend, you've been here for me since day one. 

I know you well, it seems like you have been the only one always there.  

You’re my safe place, I know I’m always welcome with you, you’ll never turn me away, not even for  

fun.  

You’ve got my back, you always have, especially when I’m surrounded by people who don’t care! 

 

Loneliness, my old friend, you may not be my happy place, but you are safe, and you beat heartbreak. 

I know you, you’re familiar, I know I can always count on you to be there. 

You'll be there day or night, for concerts, hiking, and road trips I get in the mood to take. 

Or when I’m ghosted by everyone, even those that said they’d never leave; which is a pain that is hard to bear. 

 

In all of this I've had you; Loneliness, my old friend, I know you'll always be there to embrace me. 

People come and they go, love never lasts; nothing is constant in life anymore except you. 

Loneliness, my old friend, I know I can always count on you to be there, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. 

As it is, most nights are spent in the arms of Loneliness, not in the arms of a man I love; sad but true! 

 

At least I always have Loneliness, my old friend! 

 

-Angela Stull, 10/11/24 

If Not for the Cake

 If Not for the Cake 

 

If not for the cake, the world would stop spinning, so it must be ordered immediately. 

Let everyone else wait, who cares if the phones are ringing. 

Busy worker bees can handle the hive, but the queen bee must not forget about the cake, or the world will crash down completely. 

Who cares about anything else but the cake; I can almost hear her singing! 

 

If not for the cake, death upon us all. 

Who cares what needs to be done, nothing is more important than the cake. 

Who cares who is busy or overwhelmed, everyone can wait when they call. 

Because nothing is more important than cake, well maybe cake by the lake! 

 

-Angela Stull, 10/8/24 

Look at Me

Look at Me 

 

Look at me, not just what I look like, really look at me! 

Look at the person I am, not what I appear to be on the outside. 

Look at me, look into my eyes, look beyond the surface and tell me what you see. 

Look at me, see who I really am, not what I appear to be, see what’s beneath the surface, the true me, the part of me I hide! 

 

Look at me, see beyond the middle-aged woman with wrinkles on my face and bags under my eyes. 

Look at me, see beyond the tattoos, beyond the tired look on my face. 

Look at me, see the woman that never gives up, no matter how hard things get, she still tries. 

Look at me, see the woman that will help people any way she can; no matter your religion, beliefs, sexual orientation or race. 

 

Look at me, really look at me, look beyond the smile, see the sadness in my eyes. 

Look at me, see the wild child behind the woman’s face, the one that just wants to find love, someone she can be her genuine self with for the rest of her life. 

Look at me, see the pain I’ve survived, the reasons behind my guarded heart, see all the lies. 

Look at me, and tell me if you could love the real me, am I someone you could see as your wife? 

 

Look at me, see the scared little girl hiding within, afraid of any more pain. 

Look at me, see what life, what people have done to leave these scars on my heart. 

Look at me, see the pain I hide, the scars I cover up, see the thoughts that drive me nearly insane. 

Look at me, I mean really look at me, because I don’t think you have really been looking from the start! 

 

Look at me and know that I am a strong, independent woman with a fragile heart because I care too much. 

Look at me, see the reasons I don’t want to let just anyone in anymore. 

Look at me and see that I’m tired of not mattering, of not being important, not worth anyone bothering to keep in touch. 

Look at me and see that I have been broken, I have been nearly destroyed, I have been shaken down to my core. 

 

Look at me, look beyond the surface and see the prize within, the woman that would love you with everything. 

Look at me, see the real person you are trying to use for your own selfish reasons. 

Look at me and see that by not truly looking at me, you are wasting what could be the greatest love of your life; with or without a ring. 

Look at me, look into my soul and see that I’m a good-hearted woman with a ride or die sentiment, I’m not meant to pass with the seasons. 

 

Look at me dammit, really look at me and see who the fuck I really am! 

-Angela Stull, 10/8/24