Alone Alone she walks Their eyes follow Air through lips ‘’slag’’ they spit Alone she stands They shout About a test That spouted sputum Alone she cries Cries out for help But no one hears For years she yearns Fingers on lips She sits quiet until Air through lips, ‘’Slag’’ they spit ‘’Hush’’ she says

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This Unspoken Rule There’s this unspoken rule, That everything you do, Fit into this box, Or else. There’s this unspoken rule, That every opinion you have, Can’t really be an opinion, It has to comply, Or else. There’s this unspoken rule, That how you act in public, Must be like everyone else, You must martyr

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Untitled I’ll see her beauty slowly wither away, Her dithering mind a cloud of grey I’ll kill the crow inside myself, Aggression’s thorn removed or else I’ll meet the shadow of my dreams, I’ll find my mantra – live with love. Perpetual happiness, peace therein Everything I hope and more thereof I’ll lay me down

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“It’s my Life” I sit in my room, homework on my lap music on in the background, Studying a subject I hate, I frowned. The pressure I put myself under to do well in my exams, Up to my neck in pages full of reports and diagrams. People expect me to do well, “She’s an

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Untitled This is a poem unfit for categorisation, No title, don’t matter, we don’t need boundaries to draw our illustration. Our lives enunciate more than a million colloquies, No one else understands this life, my life, carrying all this debris. Weight, Wait, Wait for me Society! Don’t judge, don’t budge. Evolving to adapt to social

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Don’t Fit In When you don’t fit in with the “popular kids”, They force their ways on you or ridicule you. They judge you on your appearance rather than personality. They can’t accept change cause it’s not in their vocabulary. They are like sheep, They follow the rest of the herd. After every single last

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Vicious Cycle She’s stuck in a world where everyone is better than her, Smarter than her, prettier than her, braver than her, Funnier, kinder, superior. She cries every night, hoping and praying that she would be like them. The cuts and scars on her wrists, hidden by her long sleeves are deserved, They are physical

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