Struggle & Strength
You could say my life is handy, roof over my head, happy loving family.
But even though I have it easy there’s still struggles there.
Didn’t like school.
Had to be the big hardy lad to fit in and not yourself.
Wasn’t the best at sports.
Couldn’t take a slagging.
Even with those struggles it can give you strength.
It can make you a better person because when you realise that those things don’t matter,
It makes you all the better
I’ve lived it
Sitting here I know exactly what he is talking about
I understand it I’ve lived it
Being a girl is very hard when you don’t feel safe out at night
16 years old and I know what it’s like to be seen as an object
Things need to change, and it starts in here in this room
Today boys and girls were educated
A step in the right direction
Judgement
I never deemed myself pretty and many haven’t, yet I still get catcalled shamed and discriminated against
I never deemed myself tough or masculine enough, yet it feels like I fit in like a glove, as something I never thought of would be the reason I’m so loved.
I wore an outfit I dyed my hair, yet I feel as if I can’t bear the whispers the hands directioning in my way because I felt different that day, you don’t say that what I feel is wrong?
They slag him for being him. but I feel the same they don’t allow him to be himself but me, I pretend, I don’t send those signals, yet I want to be able to.
I want to feel like me, yet I can’t not in this world maybe no one can.
Emotion
Every day there’s so many emotions swirling around my head
Around and around slowly drifting down until it consumes my entire body
Sometimes sadness, hanging over my head like a dark grey cloud
Slowly seeping into my body until I’m consumed with heaviness
Other times it’s happiness a golden halo surrounding my head
Then it quickly drips into my body until I’m golden and bright
So many emotions that it can feel overwhelming but in the end it what makes me human
People
Some people are black some people are white
Some people calm and some just want to fight
Some people are farmers, some are city slickers
Some people laugh, some people snicker
Some people should know just because some people aren’t like your people doesn’t mean they’re not People
who eat the same food, walk the same streets, sing the same songs just like you
I’m 16
I was 13,
I was 13 when I started wearing makeup,
13 when I sucked in my stomach,
13 when I straightened my hair.
I was 13
I was 14,
14 when it started to happen.
14 when I was first cat called, 14 I was first touched.
I was 14.
1 was 15,
15 when it started had my first “heartbreak”, 15 when I started to starve myself,
15 when I cared about every other person in the room, 15 when I did sit ups in bed to loose weight.
I was 15
I’m 16,
I’m 16 and I eat better, 16 and I love where I’m at.
I’m 16 and I can’t sing, 16 and I love to dance, 16 and I love to show my minds great thoughts.
I’m 16 and I’ve learned.
I’m 16 and I love who I’ve become and who I will grow to be.
I’m 16.
Tired of it all
I hate how when you’re finally happy, you’re always afraid of becoming sad again
I hate how you only keep going because you hope it will get better
I hate how you’re only really surviving
I hate how every day is the same
I hate how tired I am of it all
Tomorrow
Locker slams, a ringing bell,
Another class, a story to tell.
Homework piles, a heavy load,
Tests are looming, down the road.
Friends are laughing, feeling free,
While worries whisper just to me.
Grades and futures, mixed with fear,
Wishing I could just disappear.
Just gotta breathe, and make it through,
Tomorrow starts, a brand-new view.
Eldest Daughter
She is the eldest daughter
With too much to say
Too much to do
Too much to carry.
Her emotions are a whirlwind of intense,
Hurricanes and storms
All trapped in a glass jar
Cracked at the edges
She is just asking for it all to disappear
To have that stress lifted off her shoulders
To have not a care in the world.
Maybe that day will come
I am that daughter.
Alone
In the dark, cold room,
The air stale like in a tomb,
The boy cried and wept.
He had never felt like this before,
Never thought he deserved more,
Than his friends that he kept.
He always felt afraid,
His hair, it went all greyed,
But still he had to adapt.
His friends they went away,
Thought nobody would stay,
Until his future, he had mapped
Being a Girl
Sometimes being a girl is tough
Why do lads have to be so rough?
Gossip gets spread around
That makes people feel so down
Looks seem to be what matters
But it’s the comments about it that shatters
It shouldn’t be this hard
It can hurt like a cut with a shard
School
I didn’t like school
Tried to fit in by being like the big TY
Found out I fit in more if I didn’t even try
Being myself is who I want to be
I wish I had known that it was that easy
Men, no sorry, boys!
I’m so tired of boys
who say they care,
but they never do.
They just want attention
until they get bored.
They said they’d never hurt me,
then did it anyway.
They made me think I was the problem,
like wanting respect was too much.
I’m done chasing boys
who only want someone to hurt.
I don’t need a boy to make me feel wanted
I just need me
and that’s finally enough!
Tough
In tough words and tougher walls few remain toughest
But the toughest look soft like cotton balls rolling away together
Teacher
I had a teacher
For junior cycle
She was shocking
A real nightmare
She never listened
And only gave out
And when her teeth glistened
You could see her fangs about
Now for obvious reasons
I can’t say the name
Which is for the best
As it brings me great shame
She had no sense
Or was never truly happy
And if you stopped listening
Her hands went snappy snappy
And if you never did your homework
Oh good lord
May the lord save you
From your future war
Day by Day
As I crawl out of the bed
I feel tiredness rattle through my head,
I pull the curtains wide
As I set my fears aside
I arrive at school ready to learn
The teachers shouting stern
The classes full of chatter
Felt as though it didn’t matter
I pick my bags ready to go
My mind feeling as slow as snow
Glad the day went by okay
Hope tomorrow doesn’t end in dismay
Kind
Being kind is something simple to do,
Something we learn in school.
Some try not, so they don’t look like a fool.
Try it some time it’s a useful tool.
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Empty cans with broken hearts.
His eyes, once looked with me with love,
now nothing.
He puts me up in the sky,
Only to let me fall.
He tells me stories from his past, and we all have a good laugh
But after a bud he tell me stories from his past but these ones we won’t laugh
As there twisted and dark, they’re pieces of his broken past
I want to help him tell him I love him
but I’m the self-righteous, selfish bitch
Who only wants attention
Who is the blame for everything
This disease takes him like a thief in the night.
I try to forgive him
As I’m sure he’s still there
But the man that drinks and the man I see is everything I wish I didn’t see
Blue House
In my big blue house
I sit and pout
Of things that
Never really hurt me
When something
Really hurts I
Sit in silence
And everything goes blurry
No siblings nor pets,
No one to text
For me I have no mercy
If I cannot share,
Why should I care
In my big blue house
I’m wary.
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Every day I convince myself that I am not scared of the man who ruined my childhood and my love for family dinners,
But when I sprint upstairs and desperately try to stop my breath from quickening,
Desperately try to stop the tears from flowing and my hands from shaking,
As the all-too-familiar feeling of panic settles in,
And all of a sudden,
I am that little girl again, who is terrified of her father and is begging her mother to make him stop.
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And just like that I’m by myself, quite tough it is to be.
Got the whole world on my shoulders but no one to carry it with me.
And while I’m out there losing my mind,
I stay holding on in this mysterious ride.
But then the sun emerges from the clouds,
A special someone from within the crowd.
Me and my problems
Can’t ever keep my room clean, very messy person
Teenage boys and their ways
My appearance and how greasy my hair gets
I never have any clothes or food even though that’s all I spend money on
My actions in the moment that I find myself thinking about later on
Not getting enough sleep
Two Sides
Two sides, both confusing but can’t take my mind off it, both feel like two sides of the same coin but is so hard to admit that I’m the coin that can’t accept he’s heads or tails but instead believes he is only one
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From nesting in one house to being bounced between two
I find the difference between them harsh and meaningful two
Training and school
Walking home from training
Full of thoughts and complaining
I look at my desk full of pages and regrets
Training and school
Feeling like a fool
For thinking I can do both training and school
Dog
I got a dog, we went to the bog and jumped over a log. I looked at the trees and heard the bees and was never at more peace
Like & Hate
I like sport
I hate school
It makes me look like a fool
I like my family
I hate my friends
Because some come to an end
My nightly nightmare
still taste the blood, I still feel the vines and I still see the sign, all 3 connected but also not, scared of the unknowns, I still feel like I’m stuck there, almost 2 years, feels like I’m so trapped and all I feel is the redness in my eye and the pain in my chest, I never wish to return to my nightly nightmares
Hurling
Hurling is a pastime I hold close to my heart
I’ve always enjoyed it right from the start
When it seems, nothing is going my way
Hurling is there to brighten my day
Things that annoy me
I don’t know what to write so these are
the things that annoy me.
School annoys me,
Teenage boys annoy me,
Bitchy girls annoy me,
Teachers annoy me,
Judgemental people annoy me,
Mess annoys me
and Entitled people annoy me.
Yourself
I hate the way you talk, and the way you act around your friends
I hate the way you change yourself and the way you run around
I hate how you can’t accept yourself or feel accepted
I hate the way you feel small but most of all I hate how you feel you can’t be yourself not with anyone but especially with me
The older i get. (Lyrics rewrite)
I used to shut the door while my classmates screamed in the the classroom. I’d turn the music up get distracted and try not to listen, to every listen, to ever little fight, cuz none of them were right swore I’d never be like them but I was just 14 back then. The older i get, the more that I see those people weren’t really heroes they were just like me, loven was it don’t always work, we just tried our best not to get to hurt. I used to be mad but now I know sometimes it better to let them all go, it just hadn’t really hit me yet the older I get.
Hate
I hate the way you laugh, I hate the way you smile, I hate the way you walk and talk, I hate the way you do your hair and put it to the side