Out of place
Try to follow a crowd
Part of a chase
Why not be different and unique
Make your own way
Mould your future.
Needing to pass to succeed
Achieve the points
To reach your goals.
Well I say no
Write your own story
Pretending not to give any f*$ks
But its all a cover
Just so we don’t harm each other
Nothing just feels right.
Drugs, and alcohol are on the rise
Overdosing and accidents are no surprise
Who has the most likes on a social media site
You know what, we really shouldn’t give a shite.
People always ask, “Why do you stay upstairs?”
“Why do I go right to my room and stay there all day?”
So I can recover myself from the pain and repair
My body or mind, after that day
I can survive, and go out again tomorrow.
So after the day’s work at school
Where it seems like I’m always behind a soundproof wall
I can go break that wall, move forward
And the whole world can hear what I say.
People say I need to go out more
I can’t hermit away on my own.
But in that room upstairs
I’m more connected than they ever know.
I can escape the tight grasp of the media
Social pressure and gossip.
I can use my mind and see any opinion I could need
And form my own.
In my bedroom upstairs,
With a laptop and the internet I can connect
With people, with my passions
That’s a valuable thing,
My lifeline, for my sanity.
So when you hear another report
on the evils of the internet and terrors of trolls.
Games causing violence
Bans, protests, and people who can’t move on
Holding everyone else back.
Remember this poem
Help me prove them wrong.
As I walk the hallways
Although its full with people
I feel like I am on my own.
I hear of peoples’ weekends
With their lady friends
While I’m left on my own.
I try to fit in
But I get thrown into bins.
I go for good grades
Because I’m very afraid
That I will be nothing when I’m older
My Badass Rap
Life oh what can that be
Obstacles that I see I don’t want to be
Pressure from everyone stop that please
Help me to decide what I want to be
You get stuck in a bad decision, a bad situation
But you forget about the outcome
Because that ain’t no fun
A bad thing to think about what will come?
A fun thing to some
But f**k that
Stick it on a truck and f**k that
I aint got no time for that
My parents I love em
Help em out when because of my love for em
They care for me I’m grateful for that, I’m thankful for that
But back to life I try my best
But I can’t help the rest
The people that laugh at me look down at me take advantage of me
You know? Maybe it’s me am I too slow?
I can’t go with the flow I don’t smoke weed I don’t want a go!
But mistakes have been made that I can show I’m sorry for what I did
Sometimes I want to go escape this life that’s what I mean
But to be in oasis that’s my dream
But that one person he’s a fool I guess why I am the tool
We work together ham and bread but a failure that’s what I think instead
I’ll end this rap like I’ll show of what I know
I’ll make the do and play with my yoyo.
Just a Game
It hurts so much
When the other team is clutch
People say its just a game
But I feel so much pain.
I can’t watch without nerves
To see what is served
A world of excitement
Or just an indictment.
I watch football for fun
But only if we won
Maybe people need to learn
It’s more than just a game .
Pressures of school
Start feeling queasy
Make me uneasy
Life moving fast
Got a friend
Who showed me reality he
Proved that education isn’t everything
It doesn’t bring happiness
Your life in the right direction
Sure, it’ll help in election
But let me make a correction
You don’t need perfection
To make your selection
Some simple reflection
And some inspection
Can start your projection
“Angle of reflection”
Does nothing for your midsection.
Hitting the Wall
Hitting the wall
Might be sudden or maybe it was expected
Trying to fit in and trying to be accepted
Going through hell but telling no one
Boys smoking weed they got from someone
Drugs boost popularity
But also the death risk
Is it smoking a cigarette,
Or smoking a death stick?
Expected to get from A’s to C’s
Yes teacher, no teacher thank you and please
Get into college and the highest degree
Cause apparently it’s society’s expertise.
They say you f**k up, you “failing
What’s the point of you living, might as well get bailing”
Life’s not so bad, but it’s not all plain sailing
Cause I believe that I will, I’ll be prevailing.
I’ll Do It Later
All the pressure
15 years old – 15 years’ work in one year
Have to keep on top
Top of the game
Top of the class
Top of all.
Just leave me alone
I’ll do it later
Fine. I will tidy my room
Ok tomorrow I’ll go to bed earlier
And get up earlier
Yes. I DO know why breakfast is important
Everything’s a rush
Can’t wait till summer
But summer comes and a new pressure comes
Fine. I’ll do it later.
Barry John Conaty