I’m Not Scared I’m not scared of the people who tell me I should be I just want to do what I love and never wonder what I could be I just want to be the best for everyone But then I find it hard to look at what I’ve become All of this stuff
The Shadows Whisper forgotten dreams. Lost hope filled with tears, Endless sadness drenched in fear. The step not taken the lies that left you tainted. A porcelain heart broken, Shattered. The words that broke you, The despair that haunts you. A dying wish of a child, who smiled, Now his cries when you close your
Shine Bright I look up at the night sky What I love is darker the sky The brighter the stars So I accept my problems As it makes me stronger in who I am Which means you can become the brightest star Despite your problems Be yourself and shine bright Jack Carey School A place
Underestimated, Underappreciated We are the lower class, The smart ones, the kind ones. The ones who don’t go to parties, The ones who work hard in school. The ‘shy’ and ‘weak’ ones Day to day we get picked on, Because we are different. We have no interest in staying out late, Or going to town
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Creating Waves We were seen as non-existent, Silent, irrelevant, indifferent, Were masked by the voices of those who “knew more,” “cared more,” “worked more.” But with a breath of awakening, of urgency, a refusal to be silenced any longer, We drew back and we grew. We grew tall, taller than your empty promises and your
Not as Simple It’s not as simple as it seems, for people like you and me. The things we go through the things that are said, They repeat over and over inside our head. You hope that one day it’ll all come to an end. Why do you still feel you aren’t good enough? The
Tired I’m tired of putting on a smile I’m tired of acting like it’s all ok Like I don’t notice When I go home and cry And wish it would all go away I’m tired of feeling hopeless Because nobody knows that this is a real diagnosis They say depression isn’t the same as being
Boys and Girls Boys will be boys And girls will be weak Boys will talk too loud And girls shall not speak Boys have to be brave And girls can never be strong Boys will be right And I will be wrong ‘A painting tells a thousand words’ But are they written in a different
When I was a Kid When I was a kid I saw everything through a warped perspective The daily news saying this and that, what’s right and wrong The pure debacle of what system works best But honestly growing up in this warped perspective Views change, comprehensive thought begins to train Everything seems more surreal
Silhouettes of Trees As silhouettes of trees swayed by the brink And brisk air stained my cheeks a subtle shade of pink The howling wind built up a strong wall of fear Black birds sang but nobody could hear The dazzling moon lit up the street I could have stayed there all day, on repeat