Try to fit in nowadays
is as hard as trying to walk through
fire without being burned.
People pretend to like you’re
but are never truly there for you when
you need them.
The Book of Doubt
Our feeling and emotions seem locked inside
Though we’re supposed to express them
We run and hide.
It feels like a monster trying to get out
But inside us, it stays devout.
We try to stay strong but eventually break
We deal with so much that our heart can’t take.
Good or bad, right or wrong
we have to say how we feel
write a poem, sing a song
trying to keep things real.
On the inside we feel weak and small
but try to brush off, the smallest of
things break down our walls even if it hurts us
A cry, a bawl, a whinge or a tear.
this doesn’t help or solve problems
For a day, month or even a year
Be yourself and don’t be conscious.
Thinking about the world
Is a hard thing to do
Because humans have to live here
And humans are hard things to think about
Because humans are stupid
People need to shut up
Because I can’t write shut up.
My friends mom told me
that she doesn’t believe in feminism
Feminism is ‘unimportant’
Arguing with her would have been impossible
Feminism is important
Feminism is more important than her.
Why is the world so unequal?
We all just innocent people.
We may have different parts
But we all have a heart
We have one chance on earth not a sequel,
Why are women seen as less
Because we are wearing a dress
Why don’t we all bind
For all womankind
We need to change inequality now
Better now than then
If not us who?
If now who?
Doireann Murphy and Emma Fitzpatrick
Sixteen sitting straight
Fair face fresh
Greedy gullible great
Full fearless fresh
I don’t know
I don’t know what I don’t know,
some say is ok, some say
I don’t know which path to take , they all look
when i wake up in the morning it’s
all the same
life full of uncertainties, no glory
I can’t of anything to write about
maybe I’m having writers block
poetry really isn’t my thing
im wearing odd socks
I really suck at poetry
So please do not hate
I don’t know
So please do not hate
I don’t know how to rhyme my nana is Kate
This poem is almost finished
maybe it’ll be a winner
poetry isn’t so bad
I wonder what’s for dinner ?
Be True to You
‘Perfection’ . What does that word mean?
I believe it means what society makes it!
Why should a number on the scale
or the shape of your eyebrows
Define who you are?
Don’t change who you are
or what you believe in
to fit into society
says you should be or
what you believe in.
The only thing that matters
is that you are true to you.
Eat the cals, don’t go to the gym
don’t wear the fashion that’s in this season
cut your hair into a bowl cut!
Be True To You!
Why am I afraid to be on my own?
Why do I need to have someone.
Is it society or is it me.
Am i really that insecure.
I am afraid of having no one telling me
they love me
I am afraid of having no one at all
I am afraid of being abandoned
I don’t know why I’m afraid
I don’t want to be a lonely cat lady
But I don’t want people to see me as needy.
I don’t want to waste anymore time
I don’t want to be on my own
I really dislike when boys act cool.
because realistically they are just fools.
They chance the whole of the town,
but call girls sluts and fat clowns.
When you think they like you,
they probably don’t, let’s be honest they
say they’ll make you happy, they won’t
They’ll meet you once, ride you twice,
play with your heart, then roll the dice.
So stop the snapping and start the chatting
Get off your high-horse, you’re not so dashing
Boyz r rotters
who don’t text back.
They need to go punch themselves HARD
Dey r faggits who cheat on you,
If they could sod off life would NOT be cruel
I hate boys, they have ruined my life.
So if they could stop snapping me
that would be GREAT!
I don’t like writing poems
But I have no other choice
Poems bore me but entertain others
Poems make me sleepy but excite others
Poems disinterest me but inspire others
Poems confuse me but make sense to others
I don’t like poems
So I stolled right,
You walked left.
Our paths had crossed before
Now we travel seperate ways.
If by chance they cross again,
Then it wasn’t by chance they firstly crossed
Mia O’ Grady
People look at me with ‘the’ face,
the one with compassion,not disgrace,
Different, that’s what they say,
‘She won’t be able for day to day,
It’s not her fault, she’s not able’
Thanks, but I’ll decide if I’m capable.
My brain may be that bit weird,
Trust me, that’s what provokes my tears,
Day after day, I never forget,
What ‘God’ has blessed me with,
I accept who I am and so should you,
Honestly, I know it’s not that easy to do.
so don’t give me that look of pity again.
Especially when the day comes where I have
achieved all my aspirations and dreams,
And it’s me standing there this time,
with that look of compassion.
Don’t worry, I’m fine, stop wasting
stupid time and focus. Focus on you.
I’ll focus on me. Put simply.
that’s the way it should be. Just focus
Sitting in a room, heavy with darkness
through my earphones the music comes
pounding, emotions come pounding,
What is right? Who knows? Dysfunctional family,
how many likes did my pic get.
Fading away, trapped in the social net.
Note by note, music pours into my
ears. Thoughts overwhelm my head
Will I ever be loved? Will I get places in life?
Everything seeming so hopeless. Only darkness in sight.
Note after note, tear after tear,
The front I put on, fading through
all my troubles, I’m wading,
Sense of lost cascading.
One last note, the song is over.
Pull yourself together, the world is waiting, put on a brave face,
pretend you’re not fading.
Take out your piercing,
Dye your hair a ‘normal’ colour
HIDE your individuality
Wear your uniform
Don’t wear hair bands
HIDE your individuality
I actually like poems
I’m just terrible at writing them.
This is my poem.
This is poetry
Girls look so sweet and lovely,
but are hating inside.
One look of disgust aimed at you
Makes a girl cry at night
Why bitch, why hate, why be so mean.
Is it going to boost your self esteem.
Honestly, I’m judgemental,I’m a bitch
Instead, I think on the inside, my mind is rich.
I know that girl is pretty, she doesn’t need to brag
By pulling out her most hateful insults, oh it makes me sad.
To see a sweet girl, oblivious to the hate.
And hears one snide comment, deciding her fate.
She thinks she’s never good enough. or doesn’t deserve the same
Her dream of becoming a singer, she’s too ‘ugly’ for fame.
It’s never going to change, it angers me to the core
Not when you can insult the ‘ugly’ and go for ‘pretty’s’ allure.
They stop what they’re doing
to look at the beautiful girls
The wind blows through your hair
as sweat drips onto your man’s face
You make your way to the treadmill and get looks that could kill
You run for a solid 30 seconds
Then you die
Girls who complain about being small
you’re not missing much at all.
You might not reach the highest shelf but does it matter?
Be content with yourself.
On nights out we can’t wear heels
It might seem small but you don’t know how it feels.
When shopping I give up and say with a sigh
‘There’s no dress in here that reaches my thigh’
So the next time you’re feeling small
stop and think is it that bad at all?
The Ball is tonight
when the stars are bright
make-up and hair take flight
for that special one tonight.
In that dress so tight
So that he might,
look at you tonight
Then tears you fight
because you sight
him with a special someone tonight
A love unreturned
A smoke-filled room.
A table for two.
An empty seat.
A broken heart
A glass full of booze.
A dance floor of lovers.
A pocket full of money.
A man alone.
A missing explanation.
A mind tormented.
An engagement ring unused.
A love story ended.
Girls still get 70c to every dollar men earn,
We are worth just as much, some men need to learn,
Girls have done better in every subject for a century
Yet 200 years ago we had to stay at home
And knit while the men guarded sentry.
We are as fast, we are as smart
We are as strong.
The last 200 years men have been completely wrong.
Are You Satisfied
This town has got a hold on me
I feel sick, this wasteland is my enemy
Despair has got the best of me
This broken place has shattered my dreams
Are you satisfied?
With the way that you’ve been living your life?
I think you’re in need of a little more strife
No ambition, no motivation, I crave the buzz of a renovation.
We have one bad day we get stressed.
We go home from school, stressed
Stressed about what we have to do
Stressed about things that are due
In a week or two.
Stressed for having a break,
Thinking we should be doing something
Feeling bad for sitting down and relaxing.
Having parents at you to study
Or get off your phone.
Going through life stressed.
Sometimes your crown
Is covered by a frown
So smile and let the light shine in.
Be happy and kind
Leave your worries behind
Just smile and let the light
Why’s everyone gotta be pressured
Into a certain type of mold?
Why’s everyone think that
Unless you’ve got a hot date
You’re a loser?
Why’s everyone gotta be the same?
If everything and everyone was the same
The world would be a sad old canvas
Of black and white.
There’d be no colour or emotion
Or any of that stuff.
We’d all be going round with
With big ole grumpy faces
Wearing the same ole pinstripe suits
And doing the same old boring jobs.
There’s nothing fun about
Playing mind games with people.
Why play mind games when
you could play fun games?
Games where nobody feels left out
And nobody feels weak.
Think how you’d feel
If someone told you you’re not good enough?
Next time you tell someone
They’re not good enough
Think how you’d feel if
The roll was reversed.
Because life may be good for some,
But it’s a walk on shards of glass for others.
Not only of an age,
It’s a year of pain,
A year that no one cares about,
It’s a year of heartbreak
A year of loss
But most of all
The loss of 16.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words always leave a wound
Everyone feels they have no hope
That there isn’t any light
But forget the troubles
Forget the heartbreak
I know it’s hard
But all great people were once put down
Because I know there is a light
At the end of this tunnel.
Who am I?
Up early, teachers saying what to do,
Not easy for me or you,
Wondering I am who?
Really who are friends,
With others trying to make amends,
Trying to keep up with the latest trends,
Really who am I?
Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect looks
Trying to figure where I am
Where am I going? Who am I?
It was the day I grew up
The day I believed in myself.
It was the day I said I loved you
The day I believed it could be.
2 months was all it took
Even if I barely knew you.
I fell in love with the way you moved
But I didn’t really know you.
It was the day I said I was stupid
The day I gave up on myself.
It was the day I said I loved you
The day I gave up on you.
So here we are after all of this,
And we can’t bare to take a glance.
So now we’re here doing this
As if it never happened.
Today people think drugs are cool
People that take them once were strong
Now they’re weak
And don’t live for long.
Out there in the world
There are people who hurt and attack
They think it’s cool but
End up being fools.
They could be found
And maybe bound in a cell
That’s cold and wet
All alone with no one to talk to
Until the day they get to walk free.
Will they relive the past
Or think about who they harmed
Or will they remember
And never be alarmed.
Kings and queens of the school
The ones who rule,
If you are odd
Face the firing squad,
Don’t speak up, don’t be a martyr
Because some can be cruel.
People bullying snitches,
Teachers think they know,
But in fact they don’t know crow.
They treat us like kids
But expect us to behave like adults,
Drink, drugs and fags, there’s a problem.
But it’s hidden in bags, about their feelings
People are scared to talk,
They prefer to put their head down and walk
Express yourself, shur I don’t know,
Write a poem shur give it a go.
Those who find themselves chasing after perfection,
Find themselves for a rainbow,
With the promise of gold.
An empty promise because just as you think
You are close enough to reach out and grasp it
It is no longer there.
It has vanished along with the meaningless definition of perfection.
You see perfection exists only as an abstraction of our minds
Which is completely unattainable in the physical world.
The search for perfection is a never ending cycle of disappointment
For it is only an illusion
A figment of one’s imagination
That is utterly impossible to achieve.
Therefore we should not strive for perfection
We should strive for excellence.
When I search through my Instagram and see perfection
It really gets inside your head.
It’s on everyone’s minds
That you have to present yourself in a certain way.
Skinny legs, big boobs, big ass, stunning face.
Imperfection is what makes you unique.
But no one ever talks about that.
Young people are obsessed with social media.
Gone are the days of the encyclopedia.
Today the google search engine provides us with all sorts of things
Maybe even more confusion it brings.
Many teenagers have lost touch with reality
And it obviously affects their sanity.
So look up from your phone
Your personality will be better known.
We are all equal
We are all the same
So why treat people as though
They were lame
We are growing up in a society
Where everyone believes
What the media has to say
So what if someone’s gay?
We teenagers are naïve,
And are told what to believe,
So we got to take a stand,
Everyone needs a hand