We are the worst critics of all towards each other
But yet we all act like we all love one another.
Those that are different to get a chance to speak.
All everyone wants is to be looking chic.
But these judgements and worries about looks don’t help anyone.
I want to see a world that is equal for everyone.
Why is life like this ?
Wars over religion, money, land.
Animals being skinned alive for fur.
People hating each other.
You’re too small, you’re too tall!
You’re too skinny, you’re too fat!
You’re never good enough.
The earth is dying due to pollution
And all people care about is money.
What is the purpose of all this hate anger and negativity
Homophobia, sexism, racism.
People flourish over making other
People live a living hell.
There is no escaping the constant fear I am feeling
There is no ignoring the heavy breathing and crying
There is no running from the sweating and the vomiting
There is no hiding from the voices and the terror
There is no forgetting all the self-hate and the self-beatingg
There is no avoiding the triggers and the laughter
There is no living without living to the full
But there is no living with this thing I am living with
“It’ll be hard” I said, as he looked at me unsure, “to return from where we’ve come”
The sadness in his eyes, the hesitation in my voice,
As we think about the coming time
The time where his lips said goodbye to mine,
Moments of silence and my hands to his skin.
Lead to his quivering lips break a smile,
A smile which hurts my soul,
And I realize, that I don’t think I’ll ever say goodbye
To the watery green eyes,
Which could see parts of me that even I could not
And it was that one smile that made me realize
My fear of permanent love was not so scary at all
My love for you is like a drug
I know your bad for me
But I keep going back
No matter what you always shrug
You make my vision blurry
And my heart turns black
My feelings are in a flurry
Your friends turn you into a stranger
I feel like my heart’s in danger.
Sitting in front of your mirror, with your hands on your face
You can’t face another day getting told you’re a disgrace
You’re thirteen now, you need to grow up.
But all you can think of is how you messed up.
Your friends have left you, you’re all alone
You tell no one and try to face it on your own.
You know you’ll fail, but keep a happy face.
Sitting in front of your mirror,
You end the race.
Sitting in front of a mirror with your hands on your face.
Wondering why you are such a disgrace.
He texted you this morning but it wasn’t what you thought
It was something you couldn’t have bought
Your parents see you sitting and crying.
They tell you to stop whining.
Pulling out your eyelashes.
You feel you’re not eye-catching.
The morning is foggy, you are still groggy
Last night was a haze the world was
A blaze with shapes singing and screaming
Your head full of magma and oil ready
To pour on you unsuspecting peers.
It’s not their fault you can’t share your fears
You’re too ugly, you’re too thin!
It’s the society which we live in.
You’re so fat, you’re so pretty,
You’re so rich, my God you’re lucky!
We are shouted at and blamed for
Something we didn’t even know occurred.
Each day we receive more hate,
Each day is like another debate.
Each day the society we live in
Makes us feel like giving in.
A Sea of Red Jumpers
A sea of red jumpers,
Travelling in swarms,
Down crowded hallways,
Whispering and gossiping,
For the next girl to pass on,
Until the news spreads,
Through year one to six,
Yet it’s all a game of Chinese whispers,
Until rumours are created,
And friendships are broken,
Because of something,
That started as a secret,
Between two best friends.
Women grow up being looked up and down, judged, sexualized
Men ‘blap’ women, and women fall every single time
Instead of leaving to just open their eyes and
Learn to look around them and see that there is more to life.
More to appreciate, more to love, more to discover.
Then falling to some boy who only wants to show ya.
Look up and love, love.
Life (Be you)
This place is a place
Where all people live
Full of laughter, full of anger and
All that kind of shit.
Where people don’t give a f**k
On education, division, forgiveness, or sin.
Be an individual, be mindful, be confident
Don’t care what people say
A Teenage Girl’s Struggle
Judgement is crazy,
It makes people feel insecure.
Who cares how much money you have.
Your fancy clothes don’t matter,
No need to brag, go smoke a fag.
If you’re comfortable in your skin
Don’t go throw it in the bin.
You can win your own battle.
They just need a rattle.
A bang in the head and
Soon they will be gone to bed.
The struggle is real,
So stay calm behind the wheel.
Lilithe and Eve
She made me religious,
Heaven scented hair and skin like holy ground I was forbidden to touch,
The confession she whispered taught me more about God than Catholic school ever did,
Tearing each other’s Sunday clothes like how her mother tore at her wings,
We talked in tongues of fire about our love so no one could understand the preaching of a miracle.
Ans she’d cut her several wings because she only had a million eyes for me,
But even angels get bored of too much honey.
When people walk by,
A dumb girl, is what they see
Flirty, and stupid, and tubby; says he.
“It doesn’t bother me” she says.
“Dare I disagree…”
For when she goes home,
Oh, it is a struggle,
To keep a bright smile and manage a chuckle.
Her parents don’t see it.
They’re blind towards the pain.
Nobody sees her crying in bed,
Or thinking about how she’d be better off dead.
The silver-white scars that line her ankles and thighs,
May just be the cause of how she dies.
She keeps her emotions in check.
Plasters on a smile,
So everyone thinks that living is worth her while.
Little do they know, as they’re living wild,
She’s struggling silently, inside her mind.
I’m always depressed and it hurts
They make a fool out of me until I burst
They try to make me look like a fool
But what they do it’s just not cool
They like to see me in tears
Then they turn around and say cheers.
I can’t keep pretending much longer
But it’s a thing I just cant conquer.
She just gave me a look,
Did you see that? It took her one second
Get with one glare
I felt my hand drift up to my hair
Was it out of place?
Just one glance from that popular mean bitch.
Left me questioning myself, pointing out my flaws
She disintegrated the little confidence
I had left, with one deadly glare.
Those memories gone and buried,
My heart in pieces,
The day I feared,
You’re gone and I am here
I am forced to travel down memory lane
I may have wasted a year
One, grab a pencil,
Two, use your insecure mind to
Find what you hate and want to change.
Three, listen to family
Because of course they want the best for me
No one wants to be ‘fat’
Four, go to the internet
Five, let’s see how far I get
Before I start to hate myself more and more.
I hate that bodies equal to our equality in
Popularity, fashion and the right to say
I hate that the gap I create between me and
Others is the gap between our legs.
Six, close the tab,
Seven, I’m using my insecure mind to
Show and hide what I hate and want to change.
There was a boy who had a lock
Who sat in the back
Of the shack
She was alone
On her phone
With no bones
As she moaned
Her family was away
She couldn’t play
Because of that day
When things didn’t go her way
All those years
She misses her Mam
Because she’s gone.
S.M & A.C
Live or Lose
Today was the worst,
My head is about to burst,
My life is spinning,
I feel cold and dizzy
Between my life in general and school,
I have no time to be cool but just drool.
Sometimes I feel pain and loss but
I do what I normally do and toss it away,
So I could think or even have a better day.
And I will nod my head and say that everything is
Okay, just like I would do each and every other day
Because I know that one day the pain will go away.
He pulled me
He threw me
He threw me to the floor
I couldn’t get up quick enough
To get out that front door
I lay in bed that night
With bruises on my skin
I couldn’t tell a soul
For fear he’d hurt my kin
Months passed by
I couldn’t stop the pain
Those memories will forever remain.
Emily Goff, Joanne Quinn & Katie Finn
Was just six years old when my dad acted up,
He was always nice to me, but to my mother never.
As I patiently waited for him to come home from work
With a smile on my face,
He would grin at me as he passed.
But then the screaming and shouting would start.
The look of anger on my dad’s face and the look of fear
On my mother frightened me.
The adrenaline kicked in as I ran away from him.
The fear I had when I was made facing him
Why was he so angry?
Why did he hate my mother?
Why did he hit her?
Got rid of dad, that was all good, until a few years later,
My brother acted up.
Drugs, drugs and more drugs were his life.
Where was I going to end up?
Always ashamed of my father and big brother.
Always heartbroken that my two heroes were out of my life.
Always blamed myself.
Ten years later my life is going good.
Brother is recovered, father is still out of the picture.
Mother is doing better and happier.
What is Your Name?
“Mom, Mom! What does this mean?”
“I’m sorry I don’t understand”
It was days like these in which I wished I was normal
Growing up in another country can be surreal,
Maybe this just isn’t for me, I thought
Distance, the one thing that separated me and my family.
Welcome to Ireland!
The first day of school comes you are ready to express
Who you are and make friends.
But our school has a different plan.
You are not allowed to have more than one earring
because your study will be affected!
The idea of me dying my hair will stop me from doing my homework
When in relation it’s a look our school doesn’t like.
The first day they tell you to not worry about what people say,
But I can’t be wearing a uniform or looking like everyone else.
You ask me what I hate about our school and the list is never ending.
Ask me what it’s like and I will struggle to tell you.
People tell you to ‘Stay in school’ ‘It’s the best years of your life!’
While I am sitting here trying to stay happy like everyone else.
The girls of brown and red,
Who are always by my side.
The tall blond boy who can,
Laugh day and night.
Those bitches in the corner,
With their preppy fake smiles.
Those night’s spent with people,
Who’s words sting like knives.
The boy with the songs and hurtful words,
With his kind friends,
Trapped in a different world.
Some care, some don’t, some aren’t sure,
Some scream, some laugh, some are still sore,
From the words that our society prints on their backs,
Who’s pretty, who’s not, who’s got a lack.
Here’s to everyone, from criers to smilers.
You make the world a crazy place,
You are society’s drivers.
You say hello,
I say goodbye.
You make the move very fast,
I’m not your first and I won’t be your last.
Empty promises saying you’ll be there till the end,
But your attitude changes when you see your friend.
You think you’re God’s gift,
But let me tell you something.
One day I will be happy,
And you’ll just be a sweet nothing.
Ellen Kearney, Ericha Flynn & Kim Kelly
I am a girl who wants to be adventurous.
I want to live to the fullest.
I don’t want to sit in a school all day.
I feel like I’m wasting my life away.
We fall in love
But try to stay above
We get new jobs
To look like snobs
We make money
To spend on a honey
We lose it all
And are about to fall
When we go from the dole
To living in a hole
We take sharp bends
But can hardly mend
It’s the survival of the fittest
But some just aren’t that fit
The night starts with a sunset
That can make you forget
How scary the night can be.
When walking alone
You take out your phone
To see if there’s strangers behind.
Although there are stars
You may be scared
To walk alone at night.
Tara Curran & Faye Grant
In our world
Trust is more valuable than gold dust.
But it is impossibly rare
Like a vacuum that has air
Lack of it leads to
People disconnected and blue
Miss placed, people get hurt
And may become introvert
So how do we know if we can trust our friend or classmate?
We may not, until it is too late
Glitz and Glam
All the glitz and the glam,
That the media promotes,
Is suffocating the people of the earth.
Between the filters and the photoshopping
And everyone’s phone-hopping
It has hit us like a tsunami of hate.
And with the plastic surgery and the bursting of lips
We can change the way we look at our hips.
Aoife & Kacey
Sweet like flowers yet the sharp smell of spice breaks through.
It fills each corner of the house and lingers on things she touches.
The endless pink tainted bottles fill a shelf in her walk-in wardrobe.
A popular scent yet it only reminds me of her.
A smell, so simple and so familiar- a smell of home, love and happiness.
A smell of tight, loving hugs and these “I’m sorry” looks.
My mother’s perfume, forever my favorite scent.
God I HATE school.
The thoughts I get when I hear the word “school”,
Dull faces, crowded hallways, strict teachers…
The discipline books will haunt me forever…
“Shh girls do your work”, “For homework tonight is…”
The rules are so annoying.
Apparently “this school is a school of uniqueness and individuality”.
No hair dye,
No make up,
No more than “ONE” ring,
Grey socks, and if they’re the wrong shade it’s a crime.
Ugh I hate school…
Is what I call home
Where I go when I need protection
Provides me with love and support
Cheers me when I’m down,
Shows me what’s right and wrong.
Always there for me.
Our bond is thicker than ice.
To All Those…
To all those pretty swans who float around the halls,
6 feet tall who shoot daggers from their eyes.
The people that do not know any meaning of loyalty b
because they believe they are the only royalty.
To boys who love nothing but themselves…
Who dress the same, act the same
Nothing contained in their pea sized brains.
To all those teachers who lack compassion and care
only minding about the pristine uniform you wear.
Who ignore you, insult you, degrade you,
Smaller and smaller you feel, until no voice comes out
Bigger and bigger they grow, “who even cares about your woe”?
To everyone who labels me closes my box
“The messy one”
“The smart one”
Everyone who tells me I can’t be more close the door.
Expects me to act a certain way
Almost the as clns they say
They say school is the greatest time of your life, and how lucky we are to be able to get an education.
School is hard, very hard.
Especially if you are a person who constantly worries and a person who gets stressed out over the smallest thing.
School in this decade is a way too stressful, between homework, tests, exams, teachers. It is way too stressful.
Teachers constantly say to us how we should put our best foot forward, how we should work our asses off for a subject we don’t even like, so we can make them look good.
Most schools are about making us express our individuality and our unique personalities.
How can we possibly do this with all these rules and regulations.
We are put under so much pressure about finding our perfect career for the rest of our lives.
I always thought that life was about discovering who you are.
But life in school isn’t about that, it’s about getting good grades and if you get good grades you should be proud of yourself.
When I do get good grades, I am very proud of myself but the more I think about it, the more I realize how stupid it is.
The amount of stress we are under is unnatural, and at the moment, I am in fourth year.
There’s room in the car,
You don’t know who they are.
They say they’re your friend’s,
And will be with you to the bitter end,
The bitter end comes soon.
Is that the moon?
You hit the ground with a thud,
As you fly over the hood.
They claim they weren’t drinking,
You can see the lights twinkling,
In the corner of your eye, as the ambulance drives by.
I wish I was back in mid-flight,
It’s so bright, white and bright,
Is that my mother?
Why is he crying, my brother.
I don’t know what’s going on,
I’m too far gone.
I see the light,
As I fade into the night.
Aoife Quinn & Hannah Houlihan.