Presentation Community College, Terenure Park, Terenure, Co. Dublin

I Won’t be Perfect

In the plastic world we live in today,
It’s awfully tricky to find our own way.
Everyone says “go follow your dreams”,
Then stand in front of the sun and cut off its beams.

We’re raised to be one way and not to differ,
Well, too bad for them, because I won’t conform,
I won’t rhyme if I don’t deem it necessary,
I won’t be perfect, I’ll be flawed and torn.

If I’ll get bored of being human, I’ll learn to fly,
If everyone thinks I’ll fail, I’ll learn to try,
If my world crashes down, I’ll definitely cry,
But don’t think I won’t get back up or let my faith die.

Anon

Alone

She had no friends,
She had always been alone.
Why?
Because she is different.
Because she refuses to accept societies views
On how she has to look or act,
Because she believes knowledge overpowers
The makeup she is supposed to wear.
She is not like most people
And that’s why…
She is alone.

Anon

Crumbling Soul

My tranquil soul lays among the dying roses,
Where one door opens, the other one closes.
My dark thoughts are put to rest,
They whisper and whisper pestering my chest.
The flesh and crumbling bones are hidden and kept,
Here I stay hidden among crumbling bones,
My flesh remains scattered amongst the old stones.

Anon

Why Am I Not Good Enough

Why am I not good enough?
We ask ourselves this every day.
Why do I need to put my hair a certain way so it doesn’t go frizzy?
Oh yeah, just so the popular girls don’t have to judge you.

Why do I need to wear certain clothes to keep up with the fashion trends.
Why can’t I wear what I feel comfortable in?
That’s why, so I’m not the laughing stock.

Why do I need to put a little bit of makeup on to feel pretty as the popular girls?
Why do I have to be hideous being me?

Again and again, we question ourselves, why am I not good enough.
Why can’t I be me?
Beauty is pain.

Anon

Unique is the Aim

I am different and that’s okay
I used to hate it, I just wanted to getaway
My personality started to decay
Until I found a little girl who acted the exact same way

I watched her play with her friends
She doesn’t fit in with today’s trends
But didn’t seem to stop in the end

She reminded me of when I was a child
Always laughing and acting wild
I always was the loud one who always smiled

The minute I listened to what people had to say
My smile turned to a frown and stayed that way
Until I found that little girl full of life one day

I started acting like me again
Released all the anger and pain
Because why should I act the same
Because I’m unique and that’s my main aim

Anon

Welcome

Welcome to the world where
Artificial street lights burn brighter than
The majestic stars above
Welcome to the world where the
Glass screen in our hands count for
Connections lost years ago
Welcome to the world where a simplistic
Emoji sent by text counts for a story
Never to be shared
Welcome to the world where disconnection
From social media is considered
Disconnection from life itself
Welcome to the world where the end is
The beginning for those who are willing
To start living

Anon

Untitled

Faces are plastered with fake smiles everyday
We’re hiding the struggles, keeping the anxiety at bay.
Our creativity is labelled on a scale of crazy to mental disorder.
If you have your own ideas or opinions, you fall down in the pecking order.
We are shaped, moulded and programmed to fulfil what they think we want.
When you argue or fight back, you’re greeted with a failure orientated taunt.
Our minds race with the endless possibilities yet our hearts are heavy with the harsh reality,
We are only given room to grow academically, they can’t aside our mental health and creativity.

Anon

Teenagers

Saying you can’t be sad because someone has it worse
Is like saying you can’t be happy
Because someone else has it better.
We are poked and prod and told how to act,
Right down to the letter.
This is my school, my society, my life.
And you act so shocked when we turn to knife.
I have been broken, bruised and destroyed.
It is time for a change.
I will break down the world and rewrite it in my name.

Anon

He

When I’m happy or sad,
He knows how I feel.

When he looks in my eyes,
I know that it’s real.

His sea blue eyes, his smiling face,
His soft, sweet voice and his warm embrace.

He’s always there when I need him most,
Whenever my past haunts me like a ghost,

He’s never angry he’s never mad,
He makes everything good when everything’s bad.

Anon

This is Where

This is where we fake our smile convincingly.
We do all we can to forget our reality.
This is where privilege gets confused for comfort.
Where children must be taught to be tougher.
This is where magazine covers define what’s socially acceptable,
To which we are susceptible.
This is where child brides cry globally under the covers.
They don’t have a voice on the magazine covers.
This is where we stand a fight.
We riot not diet.
We yell for our rights for independence to choose our own path.
God help them, when they have to face our wrath.

Anon

Untitled

The roads, alleys, and halls I walk through every day
On the outside they are normal but they are full of shattered dreams.
I am no stranger to this
Here I stand, my life splitting at the seams.
I come to realise that this will be my life forever and you won’t be a part of it.
The life I dreamt up for us, some might say a work of art,
But this is where it ends.
This is where I leave you, for my own good.

Anon

S)even (C)ruel (H)ours (O)f (O)ur (L)ives

Words bounce around the room trying
To hypnotize you,
Don’t fall for them,
Don’t let them capture you.

Teachers torture you with useless tests and
Parent teacher meetings,
Plastic smiles,
And fake greetings.

They laugh at your failure,
As you fall deeper into the dark abyss,
You’re confused at their behaviour,
But finally it all stops – pure bliss.

Anon

Untitled

Why are we here? I don’t understand
I’m spending my life in a whirlwind of bland
I feel it all wasting away
And yet I do nothing but watch it anyway.

A prison for the mind, that’s what this is
The force of it all brings me to my knees
I’m drowning in the lies, the cries
Of children hiding from the monsters in disguise.

Will I ever be free of this torment, this pain?
All this suffering with nothing to gain
But we power through, no other choice
I just hope that someday they’ll hear our voice.

Anon

Untitled

Today innocent people are labelled as terrorists
Surviving is as hard as climbing Mount Everest
Bombs are being dropped like rains in the monsoon
This is where faith decides the world in which we live

Anon

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My confidence evaporates into the empty rooms,
The empty corridors where everyone assumes.
All the words bounce around my head,
My whole being fills with dread.
I overthink to the point of no return,
The place we are all supposed to learn.
My thoughts overtake every other thing,
The place we all fight to see who is king.

Anon

Our Dreams, My Dreams

This is where I cannot stop until I get them
This is where I have to fight to see the light
This is where you have to stand the fact my strength is not enough
This is where I need my dreams to become ours
This is where I try so hard to not get knocked down
This is where day by day these hopes,
These dreams, my dreams not ours
Become a lie
This is where we need to stop,
I need to make up my own light.

Anon

Untitled

People stare aimlessly at screens,
And let their lives be ruled by these machines.
Material objects pollute what we value most,
And so, they cause us to boast.

People ‘fake it till they make it’,
Or maybe they just ‘lock it till they block it’.
We are confused by what is right and wrong,
But also what we hear in a song

But music, friendship and love are great,
And we are all taking the bait.
So if we are always checking our phones,
Are we actually not just clones?

Anon

There

I was there when you needed me most,
When the monsters we read about in storybooks came true.
When the boogie man crawled around the streets looking for someone to pry on.
I was the security blanket who kept you warm and your mind at ease.
I asked for nothing in return but I just wanted you to love me,
Not as a girlfriend but just love me as a best friend.
Time distant us, but when we came back to each other,
You had already found someone to take my place.
So it looks to me like, I gave you my everything,
And you couldn’t extend any feelings towards me.
I thought that what we had was real but maybe, you just weren’t ready to feel.

Anon

The Sea

My body was found thrown
Deep into the dark midnight sea,
I heard a voice calling that sounded like
Me, those hidden little secrets have
Been found buried deep in the
Solid vigorous ground.

Anon

This is Where

This is where
Everything started.

Where
I met you.

Where
My life changed.

Sometimes, my heart,
It falls apart.
My home is ranged,
Exchanged,
Have already start.

This is where
You came.
I didn’t knew
We finished been
Such a nice crew.

And then,
We close our eyes
And all my year
I had spend.

This is where
Everything ends.

Anon

Untitled

This place is filled with copybooks and spells, people saying go to hell.
She did this, she said that, I’m gonna put it up on my Snapchat.
6 years of friendships and putting up walls, One way systems in the halls.
All in all it’s alright, no point in making a fight.

Anon

Trapped

Hallways crowded by people, who aren’t really there,
Teachers falsely claiming they care,
A place no one can truly be themselves,
Unable to express their true identities,
Trapped in a box unable to reach their destinies.

As we walk through the classroom door, we feel so distant,
There’s either silence or too many questions,
I’m not sure if any of us can pinpoint the day it started,
The day we lose our identities,
Must be a system of an unnatural society.

Anon

Abortion

Our life’s not fair and the women will no longer bear,
Showing our society that they will always care.
A race of faceless bodies become fighters and slaves become warriors.
Our mothers, sisters, daughters and cousins who were once followers.
Now march the streets looking oh, so regal.
Men no longer control us and abortion will be legal.

Anon

Cooking

I love making chicken curry. I love to worry about all the spices.
The spices I use is turmeric, red chilli powder,
Spice paste, coriander, 5 peppercorns,
Pillar of rice and
Poppadom too.

Anon