This is where the rain pours down and the sun never shines
where girls with big lips and asses get the headlines.
This is where refugee are seen as different but none of us are the same
where were all addicted to our phones and everyone’s itching for fame.
This is where drinking is seen as cool and being pretty makes you adored
where being fake is fashionable and everything we can barley afford.
This is where we don’t want to grow old
where well move away to somewhere that’s not cold.
Scars of Bullying
I can’t cry, it’s gone too far,
Your hurtful words become a scar,
When I cross the threshold I shake with fear,
Because I always know you’re near.
Take the noose that’s hanging low,
To escape your twisted shadow,
Your heart is cold to the touch,
You don’t understand that your words hurt this much.
I could jump or I could die,
But what’s the point I’m dead inside.
The scars are clear to see.
It’s hard when you…. are me.
The truth behind the glass
If what you see is
what you get, then the boredom
of life would truly cover your view of what is true.
Where darkened clouds mimic the hateful words of your peers,
where thrashing winds represent the teenage creativity which disappears.
Expand your version of reality to see
diamonds in the eyes of an ugly duckling,
Mickey Mouse in a barely beating heart,
the finish before you even,
The sturdy wall.
It starts out simple
then you begin to understand,
you forget about yourself
let go of a helping hand,
you focus on protecting others
but when your job is done,
a wall has been built
a new web has been spun,
you block out others
as your soul shatters,
then you begin to climb
as nothing ever mattered,
conquer the wall
you let someone in,
but when that trust falls
a new wall will begin,
it gets taller and taller
as you feel smaller and smaller
the wall slowly grows.
A poem for you
The days only seem to be a memory now
They don’t seem to happen anymore
The day you left the day I cried
But then I realized you are in a better place now
With your friends out of pain
You are up there talking about the love of your life
With the friends in your life talking about football,hurling,soccer
And of course me
The trips the the bog I hated so much
The flask of tea the bags of skips the kit-kat bars
Even though you will not be there when i come home from school today
The memories will be there for sure to welcome me in the door
By Lauren Moran
Why do you care?
Why do you care what you wear
are you afraid people will stare?
It’s all in your head, it’s all lies,
no one cares don’t wear a disguise.
Be yourself, be true to you,
don’t you worry you’ll shine right through,
people will stick to you like glue.
If you don’t care that’s fair and square,
maybe you have your own nightmare,
spiders, snakes, blood, heights,
only then you’ll see sites.
It doesn’t matter in the end,
honestly it’s just a trend,
it will come and go,
just stay strong and you’ll glow.
The Little Girl That Grew
I used to know this little girl. Her eyes shone
I used to know this little girl. She was
A beam of light.
Her ginger curls hung loose and swayed
At her back.
She was always sure of herself. White
This little girl spoke proud and righteous
But, in the end, this little girl
A mask can’t stay on forever. A mask can’t cover
A mask only hides things you don’t wan’t others
A fox can’t live if it lets the chickens
Its belly growls in anger as it does so
You may be pretty, girl, but you don’t look
If a mirror doesn’t show you that,
then what can you do?
You can’t strive for perfection if you truly know
And you will fade to ash if you turn over
One more platter.
Enclose your prey, don’t turn your plate, reveal
Your swaying tree.
Someday you’ll learn. It’ll be your turn
To look beautiful in that tee.
Every door I see
Makes my heart race-
A secret wish
I can’t displace.
The handle twitches,
The hinges creak,
My hopes so high,
But cold at the peak.
I blink and blink,
Hoping I’ll see
That’s it’s you
Looking back at me.
The dream so vivid,
I smile, but cry more,
Whenever I see
An unopened door.
The faces haunt my darkened nights
They scream and shout in the light
Of the dawn’s faded sun,
The traitorous thought of undisturbed sleep
Is quickly numbed by all their pains
And sorrowful groans that frighten away sheep,
‘Set me free, set me free’
These terrifying screeches I hear whilst in bed
It’s plain to see they all want me dead,
Then I know I’ve listened too much
But the voices continue to scream
Until finally they break my dam
The tears roll until forming streams
But some nights, the screams are little too loud
Push me a little too far
When the tears have fallen like rain from a cloud
Sometimes the falling droplets
For some reason
I was so happy when I saw you standing
At that wooden bench
We never talk
but sometimes history makes you stronger
Than meaningless sounds escaping from our lips.
Our eyes should have met.
Our past should have swept over us
like a cool breeze in Summer.
We should have done a lot of things that day.
But we didn’t.
Only hours passed
when we, again,
met at a crossroad.
east and west,
Meeting in the centre,
Like a beautiful horizon that the sun lays upon to rest.
Shoulder by shoulder we stood.
Too close for comfort.
Too distant for rediscovery.
Our paths crossed
as many tend to,
but we were led astray
Into the unknown-
The journey to our destination.
But if our paths should again,
Just know that,
Instead of waiting for the ‘uncontrollable,
mysterious, beautiful’ fate
to find us,
My eyes will find yours,
I will smile,
And the whirlwind of our past will enchant us
Like I wished it would
When fate didn’t show up.
She was beaten,
Plucked and eaten,
She has been kicked,
Her arms, pricked,
By a million needles,
Clouded by evils,
But she never gave up,
She was strong,
She held in her tears,
All day long,
She once was a girl,
But as many do,
She stands a little taller,
The little girl grew.
The Long Mile
We see people everyday,
but everyone sees in different ways.
We go about our business day by day,
but little do we know the pain doesn’t go away.
Comments, Judgements, The looks up & down,
fills you up as you begin to drown.
Your guard is up,
but does it give you any luck.
Smiles and laughter you’d think they’d heel,
but you know yourself they aren’t real.
The pain fades for awhile,
but can you still run the mile?
Niamh, Kirsten & Ciara
It grabs you at night when you’re all alone,
No one to hear you, as if no one is home,
It consumes you fully when you’re lying in bed,
It makes you believe all the thoughts in your head.
You listen to it as it speaks, everything it says,
“You’re ugly, you’re fat
Everyone wishes you were dead”
But dear you are strong,
Stronger than you think,
You by living life,
Are doing nothing wrong.
So listen to me when I say,
Tomorrow will be a brighter day.
In order to defeat the monsters in your head,
Start living, or loving,
Focus on yourself instead.
We’re too young to know what love is
we’ve got emotions like a pic and mix.
we travel in packs
we can’t help but notice what we lack
we want to do everything with our partner in crime
we’re trying to find ourselves before we run out of time.
These are just some of the beautiful lies and hideous truths that we call
Unfortunately you can’t run away from youth but youth will eventually run away from you
so don’t shout no doubt we all have fears
but no need to worry our fears will all combine to whispers in time.
Love, Moonlight, Fear
A strong feeling of affection,
the river glittered under the pale moonlight,
I panicked at the thought of love as the image of it is so distorted,
Walking through the shady mountains,
you breathe the burn of the sun,
your name tattooed on my heart,
i can’t ever forget what you’ve done.
The reflection I see,
isn’t what it used to be.
My mornings used to be so sweet,
just you and me drinking some green tea,
I always thought we were meant to be,
but some things aren’t how they seem.
Breacadh, Carly and Katie.
We always aspire to be who we see,
On the internet or on TV,
With modern day society you can’t really blame us,
When all everyone wants is to be famous,
The fact that people want power and have greed,
Is the reason that innocents die and bleed ,
We no longer know what isn’t real,
Living on a forever turning wheel,
We always aspire to be who we see,
On the internet or on TV,
We have lost touch with our reality.
By Eve Redmond
She feels trapped,
Like she’s a soul,
In a shell of a body thats not hers.
She feels lost,
Like there’s lots of pathways,
but none of them lead to home.
She feels scared,
Like everyones looking at her,
Just looking, never knowing.
She feels alone,
Like she has her friends,
But none of them really care.
She feels empty,
Like all her feelings are gone,
She’s slowly becoming a lifeless shell.
She feels numb,
Like there’s nothing there,
She longs to feel again.
She feels pain,
Like it all got too much,
So she inflicted pain on herself.
She feels nothing,
Like she had gone too far,
Or rather too deep..
The Teenage Dream?
When we are kids we dream about being teens,
what we don’t realise is that people are mean.
We put our happiness in others,
whether it’s music or sport or people, but not our brothers.
We learn to fake smile, fake laugh and fake joy,
and yet we put real love into some pretty famous boy.
With so much judgement and too many opinions,
it’s tough to stay strong and take it all on the chin.
But we’ll do our best,
and remember that we are still blessed.
So don’t be too quick to grow old,
because when we are kids we are truly gold.
Trying to keep it all in,
while you’re sucking it all in.
Don’t show them who you are
Why do we keep trying to raise the bar?
“Why don’t you relax and take a rest?”
But then I’ll definitely fail my English test.
Trying to juggle friends, school and keeping active
I’m not majoring in acrobatics.
TV shows are so unrealistic,
they are actually all just fakers.
Keep it all in or be an open person,
you’ll never get away from our ‘lovely’ generation.
In our school, its anti-bullying week.
Everyone is equal nor freak or geek.
Raise your hand and stand with pride.
Be loving not snide.
Treat everyone with respect
Do not disrespect.
We’re not all perfect,
no one expects us to be.
But be kind and you’ll shall be happy.
Don’t make fun of others.
Don’t call them names,
To be honest it’s kind of lame.
Love with your heart,
Listen with your ears.
Cheer those with tears,
Forget those fears.
Stand up to together
and you shall see those sad faces turn to glee.
By Lauren Kearney
Half the time I’m sick of it
Going to school feeling like a piece of dirt
I know I know people have it worse than me
It’s sometimes hard being sixteen
You sit in class to listen and learn
Your brain is spinning and starts to burn
All those worries start to get to you
And all you want is your friend to take a clue
But some have gone and found some others
Left your group and closed the shutters
But you know that they’re always still going to be there
But they seem cooler now you feel you can’t talk to them you’re scared
You feel like you’re alone half the time
But you cover it up with a smile of sunshine
I know I know people have it worse than me
But it’s sometimes hard being sixteen
We stare at the ceiling as we lay in bed
Thousands of thoughts racing through our heads
People wonder why we are upset
We open up then to be called a pet
People claim to be our friends
But then we are lonely in the end
We are all just broken souls,
In one big empty hole.
– Kerri Costello and Caoimhe Byrne
We laugh when we perceive something funny.
But what if what we found funny, others think bloody,
Booming, Howling, Hushed, Grin.
Laughing, happy, cheerful, life
All emotions we feel when we laugh,
But looking through the looking glass,
At the other end, I see,
Perception is everything.
Snickering, smirking, sneering,
All associated with harshness
But what you think is cruel , others think fool,
Some think cool.
Perception is key.
Hannah O’ Dea
What music means to me
Music means the world to me.I guess it’s just a part of personality.When i’m feeling down it just brings me right side round.It’s another way of getting out of this bullshit which makes me want to quit.
All the questions and suggestions are just too much so I give up. Music is my escape from this world. People think i’m lonely but its worry free and where i’m most happy.
Huddled together we walk the front line,
Aches and pains and thoughts on our minds.
Though our minds are in thought and our bodies in pain,
We dare not dwell on the people who do not remain.
Staggering, swaying ‘though not a drink to our lips,
We hear the battle overhead sometimes sounding like whips.
The warnings sound “Gas!” they say
Just another drill to add to my day.
Sending the call further down the line,
My hands fumble as I get my mask on in time.
Thick clouds form in front of me,
Try as I might it is impossible to see.
A soldier comes forward gasping for air,
I can only look on in utter despair.
There lies a soldier whom you knew well,
Who always knew how to cheer you up ,even when you fell.
His cries of pain keep you alert,
As you push the old cart carefully through the dirt.
We were fighting together, helping each other out,
Now you both know one of you isn’t coming out.
Find a way
Find a way to apologise
Find a way to forgive
As this happens
It becomes easier to believe
Find a way to make someone’s day
If you see that they’re down
make them feel as they’re not a prey
And they will no longer have a frown
Find a way to make them smile
It will make them happy
And will travel many a mile
Just to see that small little smile
Only 14 years old,
Sometimes he can be quite bold,
But he still holds a heart of gold.
He gets a fright in his sleep at night,
Not a person in sight,
That he can hold tight.
Nobody knows him,
They do not see his tears,
Why not help this by getting him peers.
Amy Dunleavy and Audrey Kelly
The interpretation of Loneliness:
I feel like the rest of the world is in a glass room
With widows that only I can see into
I see people living and loving and all that good stuff
While I sit at home on my own
I think I’ve had enough.
No matter how much we push and practice. we’ll never be good enough, fast enough or fit enough.
no matter how good we get at makeup we’ll never be able to hide our raw red spots and our ugly miss shaped features.
no matter how much we starve ourselves or at least try we’ll never be our size zero, 5ft 8 friend.
no matter how many filters and edits we use on our pictures, we’ll never be flawless and have as many likes as the insta queen of your town.
no matter how much we put ourselves out there, we’ll never be IT, as everyone knows there is only one IT girl and she is already ruling.
No matter how much we how much we try with the boy with the crystal straight teeth and jaw line chiseled by the gods but who is probably an ass anyways we still never give up but he’ll probably never take one look at us anyways.
So basically no matter how many much we try we’ll never be good enough.
all teenage girls.
At the back of the class
At the back of the class
where nobody sits
apart from the girl
that nobody knows
She was the popular one
the smart one,
the sporty one,
the perfect one,
But things changed.
Someone got jealous,
I won’t name names
but whoever it was
she’s never been the same
since two years ago,
when we all switched schools
At first she was fine
but as i said someone got jealous.
They never liked her,
never wanted her there.
They were jealous.
That’s what I’ve been told anyway.
I still don’t understand
why people hated her that much
but I do know
that what they did to her
is her secret
and I won’t write it down.
So I’ll just go back
at the back
of the class.
In the society we live in it’s hard to fit in,
Friends seem close one day but disappear the next.
We’re told we’ve to be smart, funny, pretty
But all of that isn’t me.
We’re not cool if we don’t drink
We only stick out as boring
We are judged by the people we associate ourselves with
Never out of the public lens.
We’re called fat if we’re bigger than most
We’re shy if we hate to boast.
We’re boring if we don’t drink
We waste our lives afraid to blink.
We can hardly see as we look around,
Puddles of blood on the ground.
Trying to march away from the front line,
With a huge crack oh no my opponent is back.
In the pen.
From lost boots to lost lives,
My friends and I struggle to keep alive.
“Put on your mask the poisonous gas”
“Tell my family I love them”
In my view,
There was nothing new.
Comrade is dead,
Nothing left to shed.
Walking behind the wagon
I suffer to breath.
He thought of this,
He would get a thrill.
But what he found was beyond human conception.
He wanted to run in the opposite direction.
By Karina and Caoimhe
Stick Till The End
All those words that I’ve been told, like a liar, bitch or a holy show none of them knows what happens at home.
Kicked, punched, hit and thrown are all the things that happen at home, then come to school where things are the same, left alone every day, ignored, abused, tripped and pushed all those things happen at lunch.
Then go to see my only friend, the one who will be there till the end, she sits alone on her bed looking towards her only friend, she gave her a smile to make things alright but deep down she knows it will never be alright.
The next day came and it wasn’t the same as everyone wanted to be her friend, she looked up to the sky as thanks to her friend who she no longer had stayed in the end, and from that day she had loads of friends who promise to stick with her to the end.
But she didn’t want all those friends, she only wanted the one who didn’t stay, she knows it wasn’t all her fault as it was Gods choice after all.
She sat on a bench beside her best friends grave and laid a flower for the friend, she let out a smile for the last time as she left her friend by the last time, she sat at lunch with her new friends but it wasn’t the same without her only friend.
By Holly Cunningham
Walk in their shoes
Where does it come from? Where does it start?
Why is it there to tear somebody apart?
Why is it harmful? Why is it sore?
Why does it make someone feel like they’re not needed anymore?
How could it be fun? How could it make you feel good?
When you’re making somebody feel completely misunderstood.
It’s not for a minute, it’s not for a day.
It could give someone pain that may never go away.
Bullying is a crime, you have everything to lose,
why don’t stand back for a minute and walk in their shoes?
By Mollie Byrne and Andrea Carroll
Our generation is messed up the pressure of everything,
how many likes you get
how skinny you are
how pretty you are
how popular you are
how clear your skin is
two-faced biatches who act as your friend when
little Barbie brats
you try to tell people your problems
but they don’t listen they tell others
but at the same time everyone’s guilty
Moya & Aisling