Feeling in my Chest
There it goes again,
That feeling in my chest,
The panic, the pain,
This sick feeling I detest,
A string of emotions,
Flowing and showing,
Cant see where I’m going,
The world feels like its floating,
Woah.
But I can’t speak,
I can’t breathe,
I feel weak at my knees,
While others around just pass me by,
Without glancing back a second time,
All the while, I’m wishing to cry,
Just to stop the emotions I’m feeling inside,
Please stop.
“Oh you, you’re joking”,
Please stop it I’m choking,
You have no idea how,
I am feeling right now,
All of the thoughts and doubts,
I just want to get out,
These voices are just too
Loud.
Anxiety is real,
It’s not part of the deal,
Of life’s spiel,
But it’s real,
And it’s happening,
Right now,
To people all over the world,
So stop and think,
Before you decide to hurl hurtful words,
To those who have overcome,
More challenges in life,
Than you could possibly fathom.
Ballymun
Born in a small town in Poland
To a small kip in Dublin
Called Ballymun
Living here for years
Hearing stories
Seeing all the things that go on
From the bin being set on fire
From the bonfires
From the rocks being thrown at the bus
From hearing the roar of the motorcycles
Roaring down the road
To the community relations
To the friendly conversations
To the amazing teachers
To the amazing friends
To the shared laughs
Moving from Ballymun
Yet it’s not the same
This area is pretty lame
No good conversations
No community relations
Turns out
It’s not a kip after all
2021
I hate when people are made fun of because of how much they weigh
Or when some people are discriminated for coming out gay
How schools have students under so much pressure
But don’t take the time to help with depression
How people judge others because of the colour of skin
Like come on lads it is 2021, can’t we throw all that in the bin
Why can’t people just get along, instead of fighting all the time?
If we work together, we can help stop all these hate crimes
Why can’t the world just be a better place?
After all were just a big rock floating in space
If people could just be nice, this wouldn’t be the case
And people might not look in the mirror and ask what’s wrong with their face
Why am I not good enough? I just want to escape
It Hurts
Walking down the street, hear people getting harassed
Wish I could stand up and kick their ass
For scum, there is no place for them on this earth
The only place for them is in the dirt
It hurts me when people disrespect one and another
Are you forgetting that everyone is your brother?
Addiction
Growing up in Ballymun isn’t easy.
Having an uncle in and out of prison, for murder and drugs.
Knowing there’s nothing you can do,
Because all the help you and your family give him,
He throws it away, acts like he cares for others,
When really he doesn’t, probably won’t see 40, but he doesn’t care.
Robs the kids money on Christmas, probably for drugs,
Pushes people away the people who are trying to help him,
Thinking they’re his enemies.
On the run from the police, at his own mothers funeral,
He’ll never change, unfortunately.
Hate
I hate nothing
I hate how people hate
Why hate?
When you should not hate
Therefore hate is what I hate
Hate is what pushes us away
Hate is my biggest hate
Don’t Worry
Every day I feel like
I do the same things
I wake up, I go out
I go to school, I work on my projects
Then I go to my bed, my life can so dull
Nobody asks me how I am feeling
I say I am feeling fine but I’m not
It is so difficult
To remain happy
But not my fault
But I have my friends
Who there for me
There is a girl who is in 2nd year, she feels suppressed
She’s constantly feeling depressed
She feels like no one loves her and her family doesn’t understand her
But we 4th year students are supportive as hell
Don’t worry
Stop stressing yourself
Just remember that I love you
I feel stressed too but at the end
I will be there for you
I sometimes no girl is interested or want to date me
I think no one loves me
But I will find somebody
A woman who loves me
It will happen eventually
I have a crush on girl
She has black, short hair and she’s so cute
I’m too scared to ask her that I like her
Too scared of rejection due to my fear
When I see other guys talking to her
I get jealous even though they are just friends
Don’t worry
It will be ok
Just remember that I love you
I feel stressed too but at the end
I will be there for you
Not everything has to be bad
It could be good or bad
Be stoic
Be heroic
Help out your community
Help yourself
Normal
I am sick of being compared to people
People have compared me to my brother, my sister, and my cousins.
I try to change but I can’t
When I try to change I start to cry
Because I feel that, I am a failure and I am not normal
How do I act ‘normal’?
What does normal mean?
Does it mean act like the famous people
Or act like someone you’re not?
Because when I get told to be normal I say,
“What is normal?”
“How do I act ”normal’?”
That One Person
I come from the lower ends
Where friends and bonds are strong
Feeling lonely should be wrong
Yet speaking to these people feels like a bong
Sucking your life force out of you
But when the course of life feels wrong the most
Is when that one person you need most is there
To be close and help and support
Yet when they are aren’t there it just feels lonely
Untitled
It’s almost like silence a crime for some people and sometimes it feel like it is.
Like when you’re just after having a fight with someone you love
And all you want to do is say sorry for my stupidity,
I love you and I’m sorry, but you can’t get the words out
Because your brains fighting your mouth,
Telling you not to speak because you can’t seem weak.
But in reality being able to left speechless out of anger is weakness.
Has to be Done
Yeah I come from Trinity Comp
Yeah and I hate going to school
But what has to be done has to be done
Yeah and I love iPhone
Yeah and I have the iPhone 11
And I don’t like androids
Because they are the worst phones ever
How Can
How can knowing someone name equals them being your friend
But you know your bully name, so what now? You are friends?
How can people fake friendship for gaining money?
How can teachers always say well we spoke to the person bullying you
And he says, no, he didn’t, so we’re going to take his word over yours
How can people be like this?