The Ticking The ticking of a broken clock finally stops Angels creep on you to take your breath away I stand still to focus on you but see you slowly fade My heart breaking, my mind shaking As you slipped through my fingertips Left me here with three words slipping From my trembling lips Tara
Manning Up Why can’t I fight? Why can’t I cut my hair? Why can’t I speak my mind? Why can’t I build my muscles? Why won’t I get boys if I do that? Why can’t I push back if they push first? Why can’t I wear that cause it’s not ‘ladylike’? Maybe I don’t want
Pretend Sitting alone with thoughts flooding my mind Waiting for the world to pass me by With no motivation to live my life I listen to music to clear my head but only makes me worse Pretending to be okay is tiring especially when my mind keeps me up at night Being the light of
I Lie Awake I lie awake, unable to sleep in the desolate dark, That cast cruel shadows over my heart I try to escape, cut myself off from the world, safe and calm I cannot as it’s hard to hold the future in my palm I work, trapped, no-where to go, not until its time
The Lurking Demon The demons lurk inside the person As he sat in front of the fire With no reason or no one to kill Except his heart´s desire That rancid beast lay waiting Anticipating his prey And in the gruesome silence Death had nothing left to say Slaughter in the butcher’s yard Slaughter in
Static’s Roar Static Burning so loud in the back ground Ears burning They all blend to one Losing all sense of individuality And with it goes your feeling Empty Draining you Nothing left to feel Yet this is the worst pain of all Filled with halves Half emotions Loves half loved Your day half lived
I Am the One I am the one who freezes in the moment The one whose breath suddenly vanishes The one who suddenly is overcome by emotions I am the one who puts up with this problem The one who discovered the answer The answer, which is to cope and move on I am the
These Four Walls In these four walls, they teach us the way, I don’t know the why nor the how of this day. This future we prepare for, This real world so near, You must study hard for your future career. Ever since birth, I was told I’m a man’s man, Since entering this fiasco,
We Try We try to create the perfect image And begin to grow a community that is just so vintage, How are we meant to have girl supporting girls, When girls just wear pearls and do twirls to be better than the next, Following a certain stereotype which just makes us wipe, Wipe the hidden
Our Generation I hate our generation, we second guess and doubt everything, We do because the fear of judgement is so strong That some of us cannot speak in public or even leave the house, We are so scared of someone else’s opinion of us. We apologize for who we are because we think we