The “Teenage Dream”
“The teenage years are the best of your life,”
Ah yes, the years where problems are rife.
How do I look, how should I act, what do I say?
Are they my friends, the world is dying, am I gay?
We are told “The Youth are the ure,”
Of climate change, homelessness, wars and more.
The nights we spend crying, alone in the dark,
For the uncertain journey on which we must embark
I’m now at that age
Where big certs and small sizes
Determine your worth,
The “the best years of your life” are
Full of cruel words and anxiety
But don’t have a face on.
Don’t be ungrateful,
It could be much worse.
I’m now at that age
Where boys expect you
To have a body like a Victoria’s Secret model
And a mind like a slave.
Where condescending teachers
Treat you like children
But expect you to act your age
I’m now at that age,
Where I’m supposed to find myself out.
To know who I am.
But how could I know who I am
When this world constantly tells me
“Be different” “be yourself”
“Be the yourself that the world wants”
I’m now at that age.
And I wish the world would
Just give me a break.
I look in the mirror and I see a body
By now I thought I would recognize myself
But the image I see is broken
A puzzle missing a piece
A machine built with spare parts
The body shouts to someone who isn’t there
I distance myself from the mirror
Into a society saying my name
Using my pronouns as they speak
Changing to the image in my mind
And the person in the mirror changes
I look back at the image of a body
It’s standing differently now
Did I change
Or did the mould of the world adjust
To help me fit into my skin.
Being a Girl
Being a girl is tough
From catcalling to unwanted photos,
We’ve all just had enough
Walking around in constant fear
Wishing they would all just disappear
The pressure of having a perfect body
When really it’s all just a copy of a copy
From having spotless skin
When all that really matters is what comes from within
The Little Things
The little things that make us feel alive,
The things that put us into overdrive,
The times we don’t know we are making
Memories until they are over.
All these treasures that create out of life a
You feel so sad you cry to mam,
Laughing so hard with your friends till you shed a tear,
The things people do for you,
The things you already knew,
And things that makes us feel alive.
My thing is dance,
That’s me at a glance,
But what’s deeper inside,
Isn’t projected to the outside.
I’m more than what society shows me to be,
I’m too scared of judgement for everyone to see,
Society is cruel, hateful, full of unreal expectations,
Trying to keep up with it causes colossal frustration.
I want to be who u am without prejudice,
But today’s world is just too incredulous.
Let Me Go Home
Stuck in a building, everything is protected
Nurses checking up on you left and right
Medication every night and day, there’s no room for air.
I feel like I’m going crazy, I just want to go home.
Rules, don’t talk about your real life.
Never stay in your room, stay close to the nurses.
Smile, don’t cry.
I feel like I can’t breathe, let me go home.
“We want to help you”, shoving meditation down our throats.
“We want to help you”, you cannot call anyone today because I said so.
“We want to help you”, please just let me go home.
Standards are from head to toe
Expectations are to have the perfect body, the face
To impress all the people that feel the same way
It feels like a race with no end
To follow each trend
When it’s all just a game of pretend
Sometimes I feel like people don’t understand me I have thought about it a little
And I made up a simpler term which is “I’m an iPhone amongst androids”.
Sometimes I feel that I’m faking what I feel to make others feel better.
I hate the idea of people thinking of me less than what I am
But at the same time I actually don’t care.
Sometimes I feel lonely, I don’t have a best friend or close friend but I’m friends with everyone.
I don’t enjoy some of my friendships but I feel as if I can’t say anything
Because I don’t want to be the bad guy.
Sometimes I worried that I annoy people,
That I talk to much maybe that I do not listen good enough
And I’m afraid of bothering or annoying people
And being too loud or that I’m too full of myself.
Sometimes I get really anxious or worried.
I hate when something important to me is out of my control
And I hate disappointing people that are important to me.
Sometimes I wish people were more caring, understanding and kind.
Sometimes I wonder how the world has come to such disgusting and violent behaviour.
I hate when people treat you differently because of you gender or sexuality.
Sometimes I feel empty and that I’m lazy that I don’t feel motivated to do anything
Sometimes I feel lost!
We grew up in a “normal world”
Now a days we are far from normal
Missing our families, our friends, normality
Wishing and praying that we could go back to how it used to be
Great Granny’s forgetting names because they haven’t seen us in so long
Neighbours never communicating anymore
New babies born not knowing anyone but their close family
Change is unusual
And no one likes change
But change is the new normal
Camogie is something I spend my life playing
I spend my time training
As if I’m a professional
Some people will be sceptical
I am an amateur
But it is the atmosphere
The crowds cheering
After getting a clearing
The Other Day
I went for a walk the other day. A peaceful and quiet walk with my dog and my mom.
Maybe a bit too quiet.
My dog suddenly got startled and started barking.
His booming dog voice echoing through the trees and sending panic through me.
We were in a plain, lightly forested area
I couldn’t see anything that my dog was barking at. Not a fox or squirrel or hedgehog.
Maybe a bird?
I looked up. No. I looked down.
My mom had fallen into a hole in the ground. I helped her get out safely.
I felt intimidated by this hole in the forest.
As I looked into it I heard it breathing. I saw the dirt, no, the flesh, moving.
Why are there no animals here?
Lunchtime is scary
Walking to Lidl to see fit lads
Sometimes you do
And think about it for days.
The three of us walk in
To buy Lidl cookies
The fear of being seen
As a fattie
By a fittie
Can put you right off your lunch
Back to school
I wish you cared about me like I did for you.
I miss you so much. You made me feel things I thought I could never feel.
But although I wish you were here with me you’re not right for me and it’s time to let you go.
But if I had one wish it could be to talk to you one more time just one more time and fix things.
I’m trying to let you go but I can’t. But I don’t want to let you go.
You were my sunshine in the world full of rain.
You made me feel as though I was enough.
My New Shoes
As I get out of the car and put my new brown decks on the cobble stone
My blistering heal squished into my shoe,
I think about my day ahead because I walk alone,
With every step I take I know that when I take off my shoes at the end of the day,
My white cotton socks will be drenched in blood
Pop it squeeze
Is what I say when I
A round piece of colourful rubber
That in some way
Shape or form
Would dissolve into the void
Of eternal darkness
One may not pay much attention
To my current sophisticated hyper-fixation,
But simple dimple pop it squeeze
Flows through my mind
When I caress my rainbow pop it
As I walk down the street
I can see the plaza hotel
Holding my waffle with ice cream
You would think that I
Was reminiscing about how
It was the last day of my holidays
But really all I could think about
Was the biscoff biscuit Chris Evans
Was eating in knives out.
People see cute, loyal, fluffy creatures
I see a wild four legged animal with sharp teeth and piercing features
One that could hurt you with one bite
But I have to see aw cute
Max is a dog
He is very big
He is kinda scary
He doesn’t like me
He wants to eat me