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Sitting in a box that’s way over my head. I know it’s made of card, but today it’s dense like lead. I could claw my way out, or put my foot through the wall.
I’m an angry black woman And? How about you stop trying to Get in my pants? I work those long hours, Undervalued,
They say that I need help, Call me Crazy, Impulsive,Broken, label me with anger Issues They think that I got problems controlling myself, But that ain't what it is I can't control how I feel, But I control how I deal
Dear Friendship, Why do you make me so happy? Why do you make me so confused? Why do you make me feel lost? Why so happy? Why so sad? Why so angry?
In front of you Are two books. One battered and old, The other new and untouched. The new is simple, easy. You haven't had any hardships Trying to read it, interpret it.
I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation When it's normal for you to communicate through layers, digging into the truth becomes basic...
my grandmother says I’m lazy, yet I am fully aware of the tasks that are meant to be done before me. I am fully aware of the miles of debris left behind my trail.
i cut a line in my skin for each grave that i'd caused line after line, my mind went for a walk i saw a grave in my head. and i counted them off. two by two, the lines grew
Searching for a single grain of sand along beaches of shattered glass, My tongue trips over bright blue marbles, trying desperately to play jacks.
My heart breaksEvery time you smileMy mind hazesEvery time you speakMy body numbs Every time you touch meMy soul leaves Every time you kiss me But
It started off as an escape An honest distraction, Just to reshape The always-constant never-ending never-ceasing never-stopping Reaction in my body tensing-up-ing heart-a-pounding hard-to-breathe-ing
who am I? nothing feels right. I cannot see with sight or, at least not quite, my skin feels too tight around this soul. around this hole; that's consuming me, their presuming me;
wilted rose in a garden of madness, passing your days as an outcast- with no burden to bare with shame you hang
I am my own Alice seeking a non-existent wonderland, I am a butterfly fluttering about in a flowerless field, I am a pen deprived of the badly needed ink,
Love is about concessions Not about empty confessions. Love is about a mutual respect Not about reading the other's texts. -Love is patient- Love is not an excuse
One man has one live. How he chooses to live that life is the reason he lives. The man may not know who the queen of England is. Or what the square root of 9 is. But the man continues on.
Standing in a mirror trying to change myself imageLiving with the guilt that daddy couldn'tFinishEvery blow to the brain was a reminderMy momma fell in loveWith a coward Scared to admit he was broken
They want a story. They want gold. They don't even try To understand your soul. What is happening? No one's listening. What am I saying? Wait.
They want a story. They want gold. They don't even try To understand your soul. What is happening? No one's listening. What am I saying? Wait.
why is mute: so hard for you? get it in your brain it's not so hard to compute words couldn't help with the pain that became..so acute so in-tuned with who i was
you think i'm buried in a book? hah, i'm buried in my mind. things of myth and mystery black and white combine a both good and evil history if you look that's what you'l find
Angery, Impatient, Misunderstood The feelings I had exactly a year ago Angery The energy I built inside with everyone Because I never picked my battles Becuase I hated where I was Impatient
She seems to be Unstoppable Like the world can’t hold her Down. And sometimes she seems so Confident, Like she’s waiting to be Crowned. No one’s ever seen her Cry.
He tries to be clever, Tries to hide and take his time But he can never pull off anything Because of the innocence of his mind. The youth of a child The body of a man
mirror mirror, what do you see? some hidden power buried deep? or are the scars all that you see? like the others who don't see me. I am not Scars but I'm not free
Every day is a struggle For most it's a routine Motions like the clock Any thing out of place Causing a ripple That eventually becomes a new habit A new routine. But for him It wasn't just a routine It was a paradox Nothing ever made sense He neve
"What is life? When someone has the power to take it away? What is love? When there will be so,so many heart breaks? What is it? what keeps us going? Up the endless current that we're rowing,
There are no words to describe the pain she felt in her heart they laughed at her in ignorance her world falling apart her family in pieces no one to help her she needed a friend
"Broken bones Broken mind How could I Be so blind Broken hope Broken staff I though you Once had my back But it wasn't true As i onced belived
The rocks beneath the earth that shelters the lava away. The gravity that holds us inside of this earth day by day. The people that try to help me even if I push them away.
"Small little house Is it home? i don't know Small little barn With the pony In the yard Small little girl With her hair So loose and free Small girl's family
"My crys are silent I am not violent But still you break me This pain I'm taking, Once it was yours But then you locked the doors In front of me and them But every now and then
Pure. That's what they call me anyway. Like the snow that drifts lazily from the sky to the earth. One. Two. Three. I fall. I drop. I flit. I flutter. I dance. I slip. Down and down and down.
Mama says “You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?” I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight. But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
She’s a pretty little angel,
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. That's society That's life Where are we now? Make up Filters Editing Is this beauty? Chocolates Roses Are they cliche?
People label each other, it's what they do.
to speak but cannot form the words that would fulfill my thoughts desire. to gain freedom but scared to face the breakout of war against another. yes, yes this is how you and i must feel, this is how you and i try to explain,
I am like the sea, beautiful and wild on the surface, deep and mysterious underneath. Unknown by many, misunderstood by all.
Typically, my policy is practicing self-censorshipActing like I'm masterful, with unsurpassable intelligenceIn actuality, some elements exist which aren't usually seen
Yes I have big breast No I do not show off Guys when the talk to me Talk with their eyes down Girls when they see me Gossip about how I've slept around It hurts to know that people lie
Pride is the number one thing that can make us, break us, or even kill us. It’s like a bullet proof curtain that allows us to hide who really are. It hides who I really am internally.
I'm not as bad as you think I'm not a problem child I sit in my room And I use the internet I'm not out partying I'm not out drinking I'm not shooting up Or popping pills
Without a tongue how do we speak Without love how do we feel Without lungs how do we breath Without faith how do we hope without hows, how can we accomplise anything The world is filled with hows and whats
To be heard is one thing To be understood is a whole other topic I don’t want my words to be a fling They need to be toxic I want others to feel my pain To grasp the emotion from the page
Listen these days I feel enslaved in my thoughts left to rot in prison.
"In the someday what's that sound?" Questioning the bane of ones existance is common Hey Kurt, did you question yours too much? I listen into your distortion The lyrics don't match up
When I drown in my mindAnd look for helpI need you to be kindYet you make me yelp All these words you shoveRight down my throatYou blame my choicesAs your scapegoat The words, they go...:
Everyday it's the same thing I look at you- you look at me, We laugh at all the craziness around us I text you " Hey " or " i just seen the funniest thing and it made me think about you '
Pure are tears,
Childhood last for so many years, but not very long The mind of a child lives on for so long, Until the age that you spawn as you no longer are considered a child by law
My mind was my place. It was the only place I could be me... It was mine.. Until everyone started putting their input inside. Then.. My mind went from happiness and sunshine to darkness.
End of the day I find myself conversating with myself
Peak into my mind, you'll see madness You'll see me trying to make things add up ME, trying to cope with this inner sadness My dangerous mind Its thoughts unruly They pray for my demise
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why. Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.
The world around me it's as if it was a world of darkness but in reality all that is around me is light Everyone is laughing havng a good time. As I sit here wondering if the sun
hes just misunderstood. by day hes a rebel ditching black eyed stoned reckless sitting back in his chair with his glasses on hiding sleeping eyes and the teachers say nothing
Some people are bullies They manipulate people in sight They love to call people rude names They only do it to start fights How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind, I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside Music, and wonder and time It’s just a glimpse inside my mind Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I? Am I the person you see right in front of you? Am I the person you hear people talking about? Am I the person crying out for attention? Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Some people just can't see what I can Through the eyes of a young man Some just can't hear what I can hear And so I disappear
Limited by time
You took from me my smile and pride my happiness and freedom had no room inside. Restriction or addiction, I ran the thin line unable to eat, unable to beat, the little voice willing me not to eat.
How to share your soul, How to share what you know,
Scarred Unwanted Broken In pain Hating yourself Hating other people
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood. I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood. If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk who nobody sees Why can't I be seen? Because so many personalities stand out way more pronounce than me I am merely a shadow in their presences
A young boy, misunderstood. Seen only for a color a tone a shade.
Teachers don't fathom I'm misunderstood by them It isn't fair for us
Stuck under the microscope Pins through wrists and feet Dried lips once muttered how to cope And conquered Death’s compete
The artist who uses blood for paint The boy who needs to love Her passion and fury she fears will taint One like a gentle dove
Passive verbs will do just fine Unless of course, you wish to be kind Original characters are just great Unless of course, they arrive too late Use my names, or two, or three Unless of course, they belong to me
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
Sarah She was born into an orphanage Her reading disability is awful Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it Her life spent without being wanted Justin Wishes he didn't have parents.
I am a girl often outspoken and misunderstood. I am a girl who is stubborn. I am a girl who is easily distracted, confused, and overwhelmed. I may seem stoic on the outside, but I am quite fragile on the inside.
I walk into class day in and day outOnly wishing i could turn and shout "You're a teacher, so teaching is what you should do""Not a dictator, even though it seems the power has went to your head to"
The thinkers: those who won't say what they mean, but strive to write something others can relate to. The thinkers: those who sit- staring into space, but still hear words
Once a girl with curly brown hair showed her mom her very first poem she tapped her head and told her it was great and hung it on the fridge for all to see That same girl 10 years later
Typical dork Sneaky,geeky Tutor, poet, plays chess Inside a normal teenager Misunderstood
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
Escape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love
Dark brown eyes with a personality that brightens any gloomy situation No one can pronounce the name but remembers the face and the smile
All it took was one shot For you to spiral down the drain ‘Cause though you may have fought You couldn’t evict the pain All it took was one thought For you to decide it was time
unknownmisunderstood wish I could just blend into the cornerwaiting for people to walk by unseenunhearduntouched forever lost in the world of the misplaced,with the forgotten and unwanted items of the world blending into the furniturethat's what i
Knees are buckled tied, looking face down Creaks and crackles pray you're still lingering around Officer says "let's go for a ride"... Let's go for a ride in the black and blue tide
not long ago you brushed me off without a care in the world about your words with thorns This deceiving hell burning to the touch UNBEARABLE suffering the Dreaded feeling
The plight of the artist is one unable to be understood by others, By those who assume that an artist has it easy, Those who believe that art is a commodity.
(poems go here) Children, by standers, marathon runners, and victims of Boston: You are strong. Measure your strength not by wounds or scares, Physically or mentally, But by blessings counted.
I wonder what its like to be beautiful To never worry about your hair Your nails, Your make-up I wish those pretty girl would just shut up Bragging about their perfect boyfriends
Her eyes are sunken into her face her heart sunken into her stomach a cauldron in her memories boils over frothing savagely when watched Shadows cast her brew in a sinister dark but it is only the shadows' premise
For all the little boys and girls who were told no For all the teens who were told that their dreams aren’t good enough For all the adults who could never live their dream For anyone who never had the support they needed
Coping mechanisms have increased Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder Relapses from what I once was From what I once did
When Heaven took your light from me, The whole world went dark. I do not know where to turn, I need your guidance.
I swear I don’t have a gun This game was only fun, but it’s over now And somehow, we have to leave this place Leave it far behind, where the sun doesn’t shine Where ends meet and part again, our lives intertwined
Depression Bringing back the pain from the lonely past, I hope your life burns, but forever last. The confusion, guilt and hatred I feel, Locks me away without a decent meal. The poison you shot into my veins,
The Earth shattering silence that chokes the life from me A Secret hidden deep inside Needing a place to hide. The Exposure... Hush Hush... No one sees but the ghosts haunt during the light.
The nights when I cry, With my eyes all wet, No one to talk to, About the feelings I get, No one I can trust to tell something yet, I can see the dark clouds and how they're set,
My heart, wielding nothing but power and unprotected, Just there for others to hurt. There are things within the heart, my heart, that make me feel Tangled.
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i sit in my prison trapped not from bars they don't surround still i'll never be free Ignorance is my prison Ignorance from my guards Ignorance all around
I gave up long ago Realized there’s nothing living for. My mother has my father. My brothers have each other. My friends will soon forget, This world won’t stop, it’ll continue to revolve.
In the future I see Myself, just plain happy Helping others while on the go Just so everyone will know I will be everything I can be I will be strong, bold, and free Nothing will get in my way
Misunderstood often by herself She tries to understand her mind and yet she’s still confused. The path she has created for herself not fit for no one else she stands alone.
Do we think were through? Yes I think we do. Do you know that you love me? Or isn't it meant to be? We havent spoke in a while, but this agonizing pain, its just pouring like rain.
He lays there, Without a care. No other word to be said, Except he’s dead. His face once so beautiful, His lips now sag from lack of love. I wait in line After the service
I feel invisible.... you can't see me untill im hurt... as if me telling you to stop wasnt good enuff... like you just couldnt believe I was human.....