To Reflect I don’t think I’m cynical I think I reflect the world how it is Me, a cracked mirror, And society already distorted so that, What does it matter if the reflection is inaccurate? I don’t think I’m rational either, Who could be? We’re all just ruled by who we think ourselves to be
Why are Kids Depressed? Why are kids depressed? Why do they not care enough? Why do they care too much? Why are kids stressed? Why are they not sleeping right? Why didn’t they do my 24 page essay? Why are kids on their phone 24/7? Why don’t they talk to family instead of these psychos
Make up Kiss The neighbours hear your screams at 1am You bruise each other’s hearts with the cruel words from your mouths The tears you shed is the blood from the wounds in your heart Each argument is like a blade slicing into a soft piece of flesh…. But that doesn’t matter because we can
Straight through the Door Straight through the door The arguments begin A decease to the family Living in this kip Doing fuck all with my life Letting it go by Acting as if the world owes you something Acting like yer fine But the words they still hit home Even if it’s that place is
All Our Lives All our lives we’re expected to fit in And become part of the classroom we sit in Some teachers only fear our fuss And not the passionate story behind every one of us People make unfair assumptions about everyone’s actions Calling them as much as overreactions When in reality every action is
The Power of Music Six strings, a mic and a drum, A million stories these things can run, With a beat and tempo they tell a tale, A tale a million words would fail. Throughout history where oppression was present, Music dance and sing helped to make it pleasant, So if you see mistreatment and
The One True Constant She runs to me with eyes Dancing with more joy than I Or you or he will ever know again. The wild winds pull curls loose from The constraints put there lovingly By someone else. When will they see? Will they chastise her? Will her precious freckled cheeks soon play host
Joker’s Tongue I came forged in the pushcart net I am the joker’s silver tongue The phoenix of madness I am monsters dawn, the hollow circle I am the pause in silence The company of strength Prayer of life The glory of anger Books of numbers Dementors of grief Fionnuala Murphy I Am I am
Everyone Acts Everyone acts like they are okay, Everyone acts okay, People don’t tend to say that they are okay. Some people think that they are crap, Some people know that they are ‘it’, Others, who have a brain don’t think they are the same Ryan Askin My Heart Explodes I see you standing there
If I’m walking through the school hall stares, Just wishing that no one cares, To be a teenage boy. Oh what a joy. If I was never to be called such names And young boys would stop with their games Then my enraged mind may be rid of its anxiety I may be accepted into