Skin Deep
My skin is not good
It’s the end of my childhood
It’s almost my time to leave this earth
But I’ll come back and I’ll be rebirthed
I’ll come back as perfect as the air
With blue eyes, blonde hair
Better voice and small waist
Let me tell you, I really can’t wait
I won’t be big and curvy
Or loud but lonely
I can be free
Be me.
My skin defeats me
A disease deep with in me
I’m not coloured or scarred
Just keeping my emotions afar
Holding it all in
Keeping the anxiety within
So I will wait until the sun and moon endure
In hopes that one day I can turn into her.
Cracked Mirror
Maybe my eyes defeat me
Or Maybe the mirror is slanted
Was it aphrodite that blessed me
Or maybe my ugly aunt did
Lumpy tummy
Spotty face
I want to be with my mummy
Not in this place
Halls filled with rumours, cheats, and lies
The longing need to be liked by guys
These secrets shared with different girls
Thinking back makes me hurl
“Why does she think that”
“Why did she say that”
“Why doesn’t he like that”
“Why didn’t he do that”
Am I the problem
Is it my own fault
I’m sorry I love them
All they do in return is haunt.
Green Slaughter
From the bricked back streets to roads with watery sheen
I come from a land of emerald green
But behind the mask
It’s not as it seems
This place is ridden with crime
And the streets dirty with grime
Some parts are beautiful
If you know where to go
But in the city if you cross the wrong path, if you don’t turn back
It’ll be a blood bath.
Racket
and I think all teenage girls are sick from it.
No money to dismay
Freinds always out
Never a doubt
Breaking my back
To live in a sack
Cows always calling
Never a moment to peace
When will it stop
So I can rest on a rock.
I don’t fit in from the high standards to the toxic drama.
Social anxiety and low quality of life is all I see.
That feeling when u walk in a room
from the people laughing and giggling in the corner
to the seat you feel alone
and cold when you sit in.
Fearful for the Future
I’ve always been confident and satisfied.
Confident and satisfied, fulfilling myself with things I liked.
I’ve always been selfish and of not a kind mind.
Selfish and unkind, I’ve continued on with life. Only myself and no one else in mind.
Yet happening upon that stage of life where my confident, satisfied, selfish and unkind mind has grown unsatisfied.
In this school of mine, friends and fallouts have slumbered my now unsatisfied mind.
With myself so weary and sad, fearful and unheard, I’m forced to face the truth that perhaps I’m not like everyone else.
Not the same or acceptable or boisterous or loud.
Not on socials or trends or even the same friends.
I’ve always been confident and satisfied.
I’ve always been.
But now, I’m not confident nor satisfied.
I’m hurting, misunderstood, weary and sad and lonely.
But now, I’m cowering and unhappy.
I long for normal and a satisfied, happy life.
Scrawny Pup
Coming from a place that wasn’t a home,
when she arrived she was a bag of bones.
forever forgiving, forever loving,
she often gets the brunt of the shouting.
regret and sorrow fills me when I see this happen,
yet she’s always contempt and comfortable while napping.
sometimes she has been met with a kick,
but yet she will still meet you with a happy lick.
my gorgeous pup, my best friend,
I hope I can care for you until the end.
Glitch
Sleeping only 7 hours, calming the mind,
The art in my heart is not left behind.
I have the mind of a human,
but not the Attraction of a man.
No side is equal, and that’s what I like,
When people fight, I don’t feel alive.
Comics are dear, and close to my heart,
But my characters are that of art.
Down by the river by o,learys farm
Friday
A Friday’s night in a Southside house,
My love
You are sweet and sorrow
You give me pain
You give me faith
You are the religion I follow
You give me a reason to wake up in the morning
You give me life you give me laughter
You are the reason my life runs rapid
You give me peace
You give a place
You are my home inside your eyes
And your mind is where my sanity lies
The truth is I will never forget you and
Loving you is a duality
It will never be fair but while you are mine this is a fine reality
betten on those horses it was such craic till I lost all my cash.
I snuck into the stables out in the back on top a great black Morgan .
I stole number eight and ruined my Jordans
the horse sprints over the tracks gates
Out on the motor way causing trouble
the gards are about on the double
they pushed me off I landed in rubble.
Tossed me in the back of a paddy waggon
beaten a squashed thinking of prison
now arrested and bound now
all I can think of is betting
regretting and upsetting.
7 hours later im home again
and ive to repeat it
its tiring and heavy to deal with
i want to graduate
and leave at a high rate of speed.
Gentle Sway
Amidst the meadow’s gentle sway,
Cows graze content, in peace they lay.
With mellow lowing, they roam free,
In pastures green, where they decree.
Their gentle eyes, so full of grace,
Reflecting nature’s tranquil embrace.
With each soft step upon the ground,
They paint a picture, serene and profound.
In fields of gold, they find their rest,
With nature’s bounty, they’re truly blessed.
With every chew and every sigh,
Cows weave a tale beneath the sky.
no knowledge
and work like a horse