Through others, I laugh to no amount
Through others, I feel no fears I can’t surmount
Through others, I see my humor and wit
Versions of myself, I can’t keep count
The thing is, through others I submit.
Submitting to narratives I craft myself
Meaningless connections placed on the shelf
I pick a different version each day to share
The worst days come when I reach and find open-air
And can’t put on a new face to wear
Why can’t We?
Why can’t we be who we are?
Be who we want to be
But we can’t because
It doesn’t fit in to their society
How can we be ourselves?
If it possibly means endangering our health
Anxiety caused by the world looking in on us
When we’re too afraid of the judgement they’ll put on us
My Silent Room
I sit in my silent room
And stare at my peer’s names on zoom
My stomach twists and turns into knots
And I can feel my thoughts begin to rot
A tear runs down my blemished face
My life has really changed its pace
Grandparents sick, parents stressed
I should be happy, there’s no need to be less.
I have so many things that people would pray for,
I’m so ignorant, I need to be grateful.
It’s the same routine everyday,
Wake up, work, repeat,
Am I missing out on the best years of my life,
I need my friends,
To see people my own age,
I paint a smile on my face,
‘I’m fine I promise’,
But I’m so sad inside,
There is so much going on inside my head,
I can’t even explain,
I need school,
I need freedom,
But I continue to be strong,
I know I can get through this,
I always do,
I know someday, very soon,
I’ll no longer feel so alone,
Still sometimes it feels like it will never end.
Just because I’m alive doesn’t mean I’m living
My past Life just seems to fiction
Love is a drug used to fill an addiction
Like a sickness but no sign of a prescription
Love swallows you up oh so very unforgiving
Leaving you lonely only reminiscing
Looking back at the past just leaves me sickening
Cuts so deep, I can still feel the stinging
I hate world hunger
I hate when animals go extinct because of hunters
I hate having to learn about all of these prime numbers
I hate when people say we will have to go under
And spend my life living in a bunker
When will I get out of this mess I wonder
Through the Door
If you’d walk through the door
I’d like to say by now I’d know what to say
Maybe I’d be honest and tell you
I stargaze at night just to get the feeling of you,
I started to feel that it was only you
Who could make me feel the way that you do.
Or maybe I would just fall to the floor.
The Heart that I Need
Today is the day.
I found the love of my life.
We were just talking away, but then it clicked in me.
I need you in my life.
Spent years on end. Just being friends.
I spent all this time, focusing on those who might. Be more obvious.
But all they did was blind me, to you.
But now, I can see.
That you’ve the heart I need.
The one that I wanna spent my life with.
You’re the one who holds my hand. When I need it.
I know it may be odd. Our chance may be gone.
But by god. I won’t stop trying.
Because you’re the heart that I need!
For you’re the only one. Who makes me smile.
For you’re the only one. Who leaves me happy.
For you’re the only one. Who I need.
I hope you understand. I hope that you understand.
That no matter what.
I need you.
For you’re the heart.
That I need.
The Most Gentle Beauty
Women are a gentle beauty inside and out
Their eyes that shine like stars and hold so much spirit
They say the eyes are the window to the soul
Every soul as beautiful and giving as the last
With a laugh that sounds like a bell and a smile that lights up every room
A heart that holds an ocean of secrets and a well of kindness
Mysterious and enchanting as the dark side of the moon
Warm and inviting
Every one of them with their own unique charms
Their skin as soft as a feather
Weather they wear a dress of silk or suit of clad
Women are truly the most gentle beauty
The Best Years of Our Lives
They say these are the best years of our lives are they?
I personally think this is the worst time to be a teenager
We are missing out on going on trips or simply just meeting Up with friends.
I just want to make memories to look back on when I’m old
And can barely walk, to say ya I lived my life fully
School is even worse I’m in 4th year and this is supposed to be a laid back year
I have homework and projects coming out of my ears
It’s all too much.
I look around and see the faces of people
Who say they care
Say there, there
Say they’re woke
Say they hear
Say they understand
They all take big stands
Sad that its performative
It’s never formative
What Society Asks For
True love was so admirable
But these days it’s all about,
Sex and what your body looks like
I want to be asked on a first date, not being asked
To kiss a stranger I don’t know
I want to be whisked off my feet not judged by the way I look
If I have a big butt or nice boobs
It feels like no one goes for personality anymore
You are forced to be in a relationship because
That is what society ask for
A movie with no plot
Bound to constant middles
Being correct today feels like a riddle
Treated less than what’s alluring
When will there be time for curing
These days I don’t know what to say,
What to do or if I should mess it all away.
No sport, no craic just boring old school to attend all day.
Whether to engage or to go my very own way,
Inspiration is vaguely at bay, I’m happy but I’m not,
The same second… Minute… Hour…
Each and every day