We Can Never Appreciate What We Have
Why is it that we can never appreciate what we have?
Why do we yearn for that which is furthest away?
If someone is loud, they are told to quieten down,
If they are shy, they are told to speak up.
If we are skinny, we’re told to gain weight and if fat we are told to lose it.
Like there is an imaginary box that we all have to fit into,
But no-one knows what you have to be to fit in the box,
So no matter what you do or who you are it is always wrong.
Even when you find a way to disconnect and get away from it all
The silence is more overbearing than all the people screaming at you
Because in that moment you realise that you don’t even know who you want to be,
After being overwhelmed by everyone else.
Why is it that we can never appreciate what we have?
Testimonial:
Walking the dog with my best friend
She’s almost like my sister
At 10 o’clock this was
Listening to sad songs
Reflecting on life
This is honestly a vibe
I feel free
I feel relieved
I feel calm
Coming home and finishing my art homework
So Ms. Aldos doesn’t give out tomorrow morning
Mams calling us for dinner
I don’t like fish
But I still ate it and finished it
Running up the stairs
Lights off, LEDs on
Goodnight , I love you
A Good Life
I have a good life; it’s true I swear,
Except for when there is nobody there.
I sit in my room, in the cold and the night
And think to myself, am I really alright
Because when I think of my friends with their skinny bodies
And faces so clear
I have to admit
I have to submit,
To the fact, they have what I want
And all they have to do is daunt,
Because even though they are my friends
I feel them look at me and cleanse,
Because even when they look like shite,
They look at me and think they’re alright.
And when we chat and chit
I remember the puzzle piece that never really fit.
But then I get hit in the face with reality,
The parts of me they want to see,
Because even though I don’t look like them
They will always want to be my friends.
They will pick me up when I fall down
And always try to fix my frown.
Then I realize my life is good,
Even when you feel like driftwood,
Because your friends are the wind, the rips, and the sea,
And they will guide you to shore or quay.
And eventually, guide you home,
And show you that you are free to roam.
Without doubt or fear,
All because they brought you here.
And to my friends, I say thank you,
Because without you,
I don’t know what I’d do.
Finding Peace
Home is a house where you find love
Love is the courage where you find fear
Fear is the light of courage but you’re frightened
Frightened by the meaning of the future
Peace is the meaning of war as people gather as one to find happiness
Happiness is the meaning of depressed people who find joy in feeding the birds
Joy is the meaning of loneliness when someone cries by your bedside.
I Can’t Wait
I can’t wait to grow up.
I can’t help it.
I can’t wait to be on my own
And I won’t mind cause I’ll have my phone
And I’ll call mam whenever I’m sad or if my car breaks down I’ll call my dad.
I can’t wait to move halfway across the earth and scream at a concert
Or surf on some beach in Perth.
No limits.
I can’t wait to disappear into a crowd and to become invisible.
No expectations.
I can’t wait to sing and dance and laugh without feeling guilty.
To go home at Christmas and talk over tea
No pressure.
I can’t wait.
But for now I’ll lie on my bed
Wishing time away until I leave this in-between state
I can’t wait.
Look At
Look at that case isn’t she ace
Look at that Massey isn’t she classey
Masseys classey but a Zetor is better
If she’s not blue she won’t do
Fear the Deere
Fear no Deere
Nothing runs like a Deere
Look at that case isn’t she ace
My House
I live in my house
I sleep in my house
I eat in my house
I like my house
My house is nice
Because there are no mice