Into her room she shuts the door to world
Closing out society that clearly knows best
The overflowing thoughts of the day’s constrictions and expectations
Knocking her down to tears
Into her hands a book appears
The tears still flowing but nobody hears
She speeds into the new world to make imaginary peers
Hundreds of pages to wipe away her fears.
You walk on to the field,
with great ambitions.
With your heart in your mouth,
and hurl in your hand.
You hear the roar of the crowd,
the pride dripping from their voices
Your stomach is engorged with butterflies,
It’s do or die.
Aoife Foley & Aoife Cullen
The people pleaser,
Through and through
Trying to do my best at everything.
The model child
I’ve always been
A showcase of their parenting.
The smart one
That was me
The genius of the family.
The quirky one
As they kindly put it
Was never afraid to show my interests.
The shy one
After all these years
Taunted into my own box of fears.
The quiet one
It has led me to be
Afraid to speak up for myself anymore.
The outspoken one
I have become,
To stand up for those like me.
I see a person but no personality,
They act as if they’re the best but there’s no originality,
Everyone else thinks they’re great but they’re all just the same
And when they see someone different they laugh.. call them lame.
She’s different than you, she doesn’t think school is a flunk
And doesn’t think ‘cool’ is going out and getting drunk
She isn’t on Snapchat twenty-four seven
And didn’t have her first boyfriend when she was eleven.
She gets nervous when she has to speak out loud
And more than anything wants to make her parents proud.
She doesn’t force herself to like all the trends
And she’s more than happy with one or two friends
She doesn’t get involved in all the big fights
And has movie marathons on Saturday nights.
From afar she watches the boy that never cared
She’d never talk to him she’d be way too scared.
He likes the others .. you know.. the ones who are pretty
If he only took the time to see how she’s funny and witty.
But she’ll be fine because she’s kind and strong
She doesn’t want to be like the rest if it means to ‘belong’.
What Do You See In My Eyes
What do you see in my eyes
I’ve got a good home I can’t complain.
but that smell its stuck in the walls
Regret, depression, guilt.
You say go to your room
but I don’t care u never listen anyway
You never asked what’s wrong even now
You just smile and grin, I come home,
the bruises the cuts u never see.
My heart its torn two ways
but u never seem to care about how i feel
I mean Jesus 3 years of hell it’s still going and u never notice
It’s driving me insane how can you not care
of how I feel what I think why I’m upstairs
All night, while you’re watching a movie with the
youngest of two who doesn’t know half of what you both told me.
Christ, as if it isn’t bad enough u don’t care enough to look
at me when I’m at my lowest you don’t even offer to give a hand up.
I tell you my DEEPEST DARKEST secret and you still look at me the same.
A waste of space, like an ornament left on the shelf to collect the dust.
but instead I get the anger, the frustration, the same bullshit that I
never see in others eyes, so, why me?
I mean u give me the freedom u give me the responsibility but what will
that do against an army of depression to charge straight at my heart.
Why does it gotta be me?
The girl that everyone asks for help, but really I’m the one who got a
But really I’m the one who got a gravestone waiting with my name on it.
I’m the one who’s losing the battleI’m the one who needs the help.
I’m the one who needs the help.
But no one seems to care or notice
They only see what’s on the outside
They want to look any further.
I mean Jesus I’m your flesh and blood show a little care please
Look into my eyes tell me what do YOU see.
Judging people by their covers, and you get to miss the story,
Feeling down, feeling low and never full of glory.
Called names and death threats every time they log in,
Always on some other shit damn here we go again.
Always focused on appearance and you’re judged by what you wear,
But what’s behind that and inside you, No one really seems to care
Too fat ,too skinny , tall, short,lame
People are quick to judge ,and that is such a shame.
The words you choose to use are as equal as a knife
So think before you speak , it could save a person’s life.
I think with my head in my hands.
I still don’t understand.
No matter how hard i try,
Why do people hit, kick, bitch,
Why can’t we be more like the characters we create,
The ones we create to love and be loved
Instead of the ones we create to hate.
“I want to be that weight, that is my goal weight!”
People say sadly
You should be standing gladly,
As people say that about others, someone is saying that about you,
People are there for you too ! so you can make a change,
Don’t be lazy, be crazy !!
Behind the Door
Behind the door
She doesn’t talk anymore
Depressed, lonely and sad
Everything she does makes people mad
She wishes she could do something right
She needs to be directed towards some light
Without a doubt
She shuts everyone out
Friends drop one by one
She thought she used to have a ton
Life goes on she’s all alone
All she wanted was to be someone.
The School Bus
As I get on the bus heads pop out and stare
As I walk up the aisle people shout without a care.
Not even a seat, my heart starts to beat
I see only one seat and I begin to stumble on my feet.
As I hear people chatter my name
I drop my head in utter shame.
I turn right around and stand my ground
F**k yas all ya heap of clowns.
Ciara, Aisling & Siobhan
A Happy Ending
The family were delighted to get a first pet,
The children delighted to even be let.
The dog in his bed, looked out of the corner of his eye,
Everyone thought he was just shy.
Unaware of what happened to him before.
He was terrified of any thud, shovel, brush.
The family were horrified of what some people do,
Now 5 years later, it was all forgotten,
He was as happy as could be and so was the family.
A New Year
The Adrenalin pulses in my veins
New school year, new classmates
New faces I see before me
The classrooms fill with excitement and cheer
The buzz and electricity circuits the school
Ty now a new year a new start
Live one day at a time, things can only go up
Junior cert is over now there is time to take a fresh breath
A new school year a fresh start on the right foot
The excitement buzzes around my body
The adrenaline pumps around my veins
As I sit quietly on my cold steel chair
With my earphones draining out the noises around me.
I stare out the big glass window at the busy runway
Watching the planes fly in and out.
As I board the plane I the plane I think to myself
“This is what I want to do.”
And I take my first step on my new adventure.
It makes me feel good
To see you afraid
It gives me strength
When I taunt you.
I push and I shove
Wearing my invisible crown
This is the place
Where I rule all.
I savour these moments
When I’m in control
For when I return home
And open the door
To this place where
I am ruled
The crown comes
Thrown in the corner
Cold and bruised
And then I know
How I make you feel.
Both young and old at the same time,
So very lost but apparently in her prime,
Looking through glass at her life,
But not really living,
Stuck in a cycle of misgivings.
She tries to find a way to communicate,
But it’s hard when living in a world of hate.
She’s lonely but not truly alone,
Trying her best to keep afloat.
Merely a shadow of her past self,
Looking to the future hoping she’ll be someone else.
Day by day more and more
I see those
Judged by those who think but may not be
Those who hurt hide away
Those who shouldn’t stand tall and proud
Just as if putting someone down is the ‘latest thing’
From a victim of neither in today society
I watch kind- hearted potential people
Boxed away by ogres dressed as Barbie and Ken.
I don’t understand why lads and girls get judged differently for doing the same thing
Why should they?
For lads is “oh your a legend”
But when it comes to girls “you’re a slut”
And the word “slut” is such an overly used vile word
Why because women want to do something that others don’t agree with,
People break out the worst word they know
Why should women be made to feel like they are not worth something because of this stupid word
Be proud of who yo are and what you do
Because anyone who says that to you
Parents just don’t understand,
Things nowadays are planned,
Our life is about the boys and brows,
The way some girls do their make-up they look like cows,
Mam and Dad can I go to the ball,
Why so you can get drunk and fall?
I’ll go on the bus for a lift,
Maybe the boys might even get the shift,
At night I sit in my room,
Anxiety and anger issues they assume,
I prefer to be on my own,
That way I don’t have to listen to people moan,
I never ask to go anywhere,
They just don’t trust me and it’s not fair,
But I still have my best friend,
We’re always together on the weekend,
Ah but sure I can’t really complain,
Life is just such a pain,
There are just a few people I’ll always hate,
Ah well, that’s shit.
Big bright smile
She sees me with the corner of her smookey eye
Wishing was I invisible as she creeps closer
You hear her hissing ‘I missed you’ trying to get some pray
RIP to all the ‘we need to hang out this summer’
That never happened
Falling into her trap