Judgement Scars You are worth more than judgement. Words can scar, leave an indent. Define ‘pressure’: you are not good enough, school s***, Teachers, parents, friends, teenaged bulls***. Do that, wear this, look like that, listen to this 15 and never even gotten a kiss? Popular, unpopular, straight, gay. There just words, they don’t stay.
Music Box Some parts are in different places, But the clockwork still moves. As the gears strain spaces, The music box plays a different tune. The tiny dancer won’t turn, She’s not ready. And the box doesn’t stand as strong, But it’s keeping her steady. Blacked out, bruised, confused, We “heal”. Leeches, the screeches
Pitchforks You spent your whole life pointing pitchforks, But have no idea how it feels, To stand in front of your jagged judgement, And die beneath your steel. You use free speech as an excuse to hate, Your privilege is your power, Come with that pitchfork and strike us down, While we just wait,
Only Looking for Attention I used to keep sharp things in my drawers But that was before Those poisoned bedside kisses Kept quivering above my forehead at night. Before she made sure the door would spare some light As to reveal the scars that I feared glorified my gapping vulnerabilities. As gapped as those
Darkness, with a Glimpse of Light Darkness, with a glimpse of light, He fights, Unattainable, even with all his might. Depression, Repression, Is all that he feels, That little bit of happiness never feels real. The voice in his head echoes in the dark, Like a rabid dog who begins to bark, Continuously, Knocking
Ignorance They say ignorance is bliss But this ignorance is drowning me Hard to breathe This dismissive behaviour towards human beings Atrocities making me sick to my stomach My righteous anger being treated as annoyance Mistaken as a carnivorous monster A werewolf Murdering innocents in the night by just by saying Hey, saying that
What Makes You Your head can be a prison Stuck between four walls All you want is someone to help you out But there’s no one there at all It’s just you and your thoughts They’re doubling by the minute You find someone who understands And suddenly you feel okay with it The panic
Sinister and Quiet among the Mist Totally cold under the wind You seduce invisible snares among the rain Intense! The life will die I am dull about the mud We destroy lustful toads on the clouds Awaken! The inspiration continues Sinister and quiet among the mist We rotate huge keys above the slime Awaken!
‘Night Out’ Sitting here beside my friends, Having no idea how this night might end. “Go on, go on!” I hear some say, “I hope my parents don’t find out.” Others pray. Hiding the truth, as well as your fear. “You must be the ONLY person in the year.” Being the only one without