Peer pressure

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Didn’t make it past high school, Who would’ve known? Just a popular tool Who fell off his throne   Story wasn’t as simple Didn’t cry, didn’t weep, Just because of one pimple
Curiosity killed the cat - Pandora would know. A box or a jar, Filled with things from below.   When told not to open, She couldn’t hold back. Then she released all the evils
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} “so, when should we have sex?” her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve. (did she have braces yet?)
I'm always stuck in my mind, Wish I could stay there all the time.   No one understand me here, They all think i'm kind of weird.   No one knows, How much it hurts, It only gets worse.
Sixth grade, middle school,/
As I lay down on your bed no thoughts running through my head as your lips press to my neck, I never though that you would as something like that from me so soon.
I could never come to terms with how  you viewed me.    You’re so pretty.  You’re so capable. You have so much potential.   You said that to me the other day.  
Go on Do it Come on Almost there Just a little further Nearly, nearly Go on, jump   Why is it That adults don't know What goes on under their noses?
These little things, they sell in magzines,they'll help not feel a thing.They'll make you laugh until you cry,they'll make you want to drop dead and die.These little white pills can help and they can kill.
Dear future me, I hope that you're smiling. I hope that you can say that you're happy without lying.
Never touched a beer Never smoked a blunt Never laced on a lifestyle Never raised or loaded a gun Never snuck out the house Never found out who I truly am Maybe I'll touch a beer
Never been loved the way for one gives it Never been hugged the way for one craves it Undesirable?  Glad to be proven wrong Life has changed since for one had moved along  
College, it's the end game right, what I really need to feel liked. So I can get the degree, and feel super smart, when really all I want to do is follow my heart. I want to travel the world,
No one really talks about it It's a taboo thing Unable to accept it I try not to think I pray that I was stronger That I didn't give in all I think about is why me, why him
Black and White, Black and White They meander around me Their opinions   Black and White, Black and White Will they ever let me be?
Put the food down, Girls look better thin. Don't frown, Smiles always win. Don't cry, People will think you're insane. Look away from football, Let boys enjoy their game.
I am the shadow of the person I used to be, still happy and involved,Sullen eyes and wearyWalking along like the deadWho would expect me to be where I am now? “The world is your oyster, how could you complain about the way your life is?”“Think of
When I entered middle school it wasn't quite as I had planned
Too be perfect, you can't do wrong Making everyone happy, singing everyones song Your clothes must be right, no hems in disarray You must know your lines to perform in lifes play
When I was a little girl, I loved to play dress up I would go into our basement where we had a barrel full of clothes from times past And I would live in those times And everyone smiled and laughed
A girl of just fourteen Decides to go lean Little by little stop the meals Skip the breakfast Take the heel A moment on the lips A lifetime on the hips A year passes She's underweight
Lose the Suit By Nicole Mashek I am never sure if I should be dissatisfied or take pride in the identity I have made throughout my growing years.
The candle flame burns too hot. The flickering of its wic dances in the over heated breeze. This breeze offers no respite from the smoldering need.
I thought chameleons were beautiful. But where is the respect in changing on every whim, capricious, for those who won't have us as we truly are? I thought chameleons were beautiful,
Can I join in?Can I be part of your little niche?Can I join in?Can I feel like I'm part of a new subset?I don't want to be just another person.I don't want to be me.I want to be part of the scenery.
There are too many things that make up a person. We want to compact them all Into one item “Do you like this?
He came at me with pain, uttering my name If only to remind, that our names were the same I couldn’t look up, towards such disdain For it was me in that mirror, that I wanted to change
Begin the dance. Lock the door. Put on the mask.   Shape the curls. Brush on the paint. Plaster the smile.   Look in the mirror. Look away. Begin the dance.  
I hate the crowd, the wrong crowd That keeps me in, I'm drowning now.  And there's no hope No lovely hope To keep me safe, to keep me sound. I fall too easy, and I can't swim
What am I doing? Have I lost myself again? Have I fallen victim to this imprisonment within? What about my legacy? Where will it all begin? Have I made an impact? Have I even started a dent?
They called it pleasure They told me it was pleasure  But all I felt was pressure “Give it a puff” I was normally lotus free But there a was roll of lotus In my mouth… But I was with the homies
We screaming fall with widened eyes Our bodies break before the lies Sharp fragments tumble through the dark The ground awaits our lasting mark
Thing is,   The days she wakes up With dread for the mirror And nights crumble away With never-ending tears. Because she isn’t- Because she can’t be- Because she’ll never be-  
  Sister is a willow. Bending, bowing to the thoughts and refuge of the forest. An original? May-be. But the sapling is still meek, and is swallowed by the foliage,
People look at her But they don’t see clearly. She is different for sure, So they overlook her-nearly.
Lively, smiling I once use to be, Before a thing hit me called reality What was that? You don’t like what you see? That’s alright, I’ll change profusely. Oh, not to your interests either?
The H is for the hell of it because what life is anyway The A is for Act I put on to make everything seem okay The P is for the Person I’m told to be, who people want me to be
There once was a bright young student Once was at an Early College School Didn’t have any problems at all Until he got played for a fool. One day hanging with the friends Getting ready for the end of the week
I once wrote poetry. The endless possibilities of human emotion at my disposal I could pour it onto these blank pages, spiraling out from the mouth,
I’ve seen people get knocked down and do nothing but stay down I’ve seen that kid on the basketball team just stand there staring at the ball missing the rebound I’ve seen that boy who has no friends and always feels neglected
I get so close, Then drift away, I'm only scared of what they'll say, But in this world, It matters not, In a few years, I'll be forgot, But in Heaven, I'll surely be known,
I sigh I take a puff as I get high My heads feels empty My eyes feel heavy I'm on a journey Now I'm feeling squirmy They said I would feel good I tried and failed to get out of the hood
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