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The restrictions on us cause some people can’t act there age
The sitting in class rooms for 6 hours to learn nothing cause
Your brain works differently. Being a failure ’cause your not
Passing your exams which aren’t for everyone men that try
To destroy other men’s confidence just cause there’s something
Bad things happening in their own life.
R.E.G.R.E.T
Ran me down my heads a mess
Every time I mess up going along
With the crowd regret my actions and how I act
Every time I mess up. To have the chance to change to past.
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The workshop started off quite good,
The speaker explained things like they should.
Some parts were fun, I have to say,
But lots of talking filled the day.
At times it dragged and felt quite long,
Like listening to a never-ending song.
Not bad, not great, just somewhere between,
A mix of boring and kind of keen.
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From a club that has influence in drugs a house
That has influence in drink from a home where
Our mental health stinks from a place misunderstood
People refer to it as the hood scared to walk the
Street almost even scared to speak lots of PTSD thats me.
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To excel at everything you do,
To be the best version always
A mask nearly of always being
The best, The pressure of playing
Sport at a high level and Always
Be happy while doing it, then
Drugs in the club you play for.
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A while back I had it all.
But then I had a great fall.
When I hit the floor.
I only wanted it more.
Standing up was hard.
But I had to make my dad proud.
I Hate It…
I hate it when I can’t run far enough
I hate it when I can’t run fast enough
I hate it when I can’t run at all
I hate it when I get injured
I hate it when I’m not strong enough
I hate it when I’m not tall enough
I hate it when I sit on the bench
I hate it when I’m not on the bench
I hate it when I drop the ball
I hate it when I kick it wide
I hate it when I give a bad pass
I hate it when I get cut from the squad
I hate it when they think I’m not good enough
I hate it when I’m not good enough.
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I hate being misunderstood by friends I thought I could trust
I hate all the negativity in the world, especially lust
Day to day everything feels the same, repeating this and that, I feel so mundane
I just want to improve, learn, grow and express my voice
Yet no matter what I do I can’t make my life my choice
But no matter what happens I can’t lose sight of my own eyes
I won’t let the world affect me, especially all sins I despise.
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Shall I compare thee to a school day.
Where the wind rustles in the month
of March. Comes to the end of the
year as time decays through the plague.
You shall know as St Pats stays in Cavan.
It forever shall be.
17
Living in Ireland at 17 not experiencing love as it should be
Caught in conversations about women being objects alive
The thighs on her it seems so mean the way I talk it doesn’t
Feel me I want to leave I want to drive lads are sinning and
Falling into lust No wonder women have no trust and this
Actions will be past on like winds gust from generation to
Generation living in Ireland at 17 not too keen.
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If your not in the GAA
Your probably considered gay
If you express your interests
You will probably be called inbred.
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I hate how we have to figure
out our own way its like being
thrown in the ocean and told to surf.
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School brings out the worst of me,
I pretend to be someone I don’t want to be,
The relationships with my friends aren’t real,
Is the way I’m supposed to feel?
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I played football when I was young,
Chasing dreams and having fun.
Some days I won, some days I lost,
Learning lessons at a cost.
It was tough, the work was real,
But every game taught me to feel.
Through every fall I rose again,
Stronger now because of then.
I lost a lot along the way,
But those mistakes helped me grow each day.
And looking back, I will say this thing—
Football was the best thing.
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I love playing football
I love having the craic
I always take the piss out of people
Sometimes it goes too far
Then I feel bad
I love going to school
I love going out.
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Always have to act tough
Bad treatment to women
Hard to talk
Slagging taken too far
Sports is an escape
Meet lots of new friends
Natural respect.
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Being a young lad is interesting
In a world full of wonders but it feels suppressing
Not knowing if I’ll grow old or die young tragically
Not knowing if I’ll be happy when I’m older
Or if I’ll fall it to a pit of people harming me
The future is scary but being young is scarier
Being young means growing into a world and
Everything gets harder.
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I hate lads who act hard I hate when
People say stuff about my mother
I hate when lads my age get with girls
Who they don’t really like and have no
Connections with them and acting like it’s a trophy.
They Push
They push people to date, like being single is wrong.
They push drinks in your hand, saying “just come along.”
They say you must work, must grind every day.
They say hit the gym or you’re wasting away.
Everyone pushing, telling you what to do.
Like their way of living must be right for you.
But life feels better, honest and free,
When people just let people be.