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Bumble bee fly so high, Let the world lift you on its icey shoulders Have them know that you don’t die And upon remission, return to your glass hive.
What Shall I say about their senses, What Shall I speak about their Tenses, They're all above the God judgements, May be they are Gods of Themselves.
In our world .. .. .. If you keep in touch with it, you can feel others bleed. You can see what they see. It’s not make believe
A world full of noise, Voices vying for attention. Girls drenched in makeup, Just one of the playboys. Busy streets,
“Outcasts are unwanted,” we often praise But do we try to understand how they are living their days? Ridiculed, taunted, just jokes to make you laugh things to make you forget about the quiet you don’t have.
"it is imperative that we, modern-beings, remember the mythicalities from long ago, from the demi-Gods to the creatures with those halos" reflecting with some friends regarding these old fables
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
Modern medusa is technology, A digital abyss holding the gaze of stone faces, A transfixing limitless potential. A plague of oblivion.
Never had a mind of my own nor a thought on my own.A dream of my own nor a life of my own.Society, like a puppet, on a string.You controlled me. Not anymore. I am not a child anymore nor am I a follower.But I am mad.Look around. Brothers are dying
I grew up with a carefree view of the world in my youth I didn’t change until I realized the hard-hitting truth I started caring about issues in politics and society Constantly thinking about figuring out a remedy
Child Like by Natasha Bartley When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask? I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
Secrets...that's all these girls are. To the boys who keep them on the down low. Boys who will make sure they are number one in the bedroom but once they see you in public you are a stranger.
Pretty pink elephants. Plenty of pastel plants. Pleasant pleasantries, Hide perfectly placed “you can’ts” Beautiful blue hues. Obvious obligatory societal rules. High horse views,
Forbidden Love I wish I could hold you in my way So we can lie down under the drunken sky I put my expectations on fire So the flames can burn twice Sky shower the rain upon us
Expectations are the professional way to say you’ve already prejudged on as to what you expect me to do and to be. Well to be frank expectations make me sick to my stomach.
I realize I grew When shirts didn’t fit anymore. When t-shirts, once smooth Were distorted by two bumps on my chest. I realized I grew
Society is wrong, it's corrupted. Many have noticed. I wish this wasn't true. I really do. But I feel like I'm trapped. Trapped in my life. Trapped here alone, even though I'm not.
My work duty first had me weary the car was supposed to work in theory these two had the future looking weary unknown to me, adulthood was merely one giant query
Parties aren't my thing. There's something about big crowds That makes me shut down. I'm uncomfortable. Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table. Everyone's closing in. I can't even think.
As children we are told Right and wrong are black and white And the hard line between them is time and place That green means good and red means Stop
Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted And smothered in soil Until its cultivators find That they’re ready to water it,
Growing up seemed fun to me, Until I no longer fit on dad's knee. Counting how many years I had left of school, Knowing it's my learning tool. One day I no longer had, All my friends, just my dad.
Welcome to Society We hope you enjoy your stay And please feel free to be yourself As long as its in the right way Make sure you love your body But not too mch or we'll tear you down
He was only eight, so why'd they give him so much hate? He shouldn't be crying because someone called him a "pansy" or a "fairy"- especially when he barely knows his own body.
I feel beautiful todayI should take a selfieas soon as I get board the next vehicleit's not everyday that I get to feel thisno matter how many peoplesay it to meshe thought to herself
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello While we are young Youthful and ever so free Not a concern in site with a world of danger ahead in the light New responsibilities become uncovered
If only I could go back before that day Where the sun set and children played unafraid Blinded by the ways of mankind and I thought "maybe one day I will have the courage the confidence to speak up
thanks to society she learned to hate her body "youre skinny" you must be anorexic oh youre not okay heres an extra burger you need it honey your hairs not perfect you must not care what you look like
A Year Alone I chose to go To somewhere that was quite unknown Whole new ideas I had never heard Ways of thinking I thought were absurd And all my thoughts?
i remember when we had no smartphones. life was so much simpler. i remember being excited to play ball. i remember being excited to skate. i remember being excited to dance. i remember being excited to live.
nobody saw the pain behind her smile everyone assumed evrything was fine they have no idea how wrong they were while they looked away he was leaving bruises some were emotional but most were physical
always been scared about how people see me. my fear is that i wont fit in, so will my friends leave me?been told to care about how others view you since day one. i just wanna be me, i just wanna have fun.
always been scared about how people see me my fear is that i wont fit in, so will my friends leave me? been told to care about how others view you since day one. i just wanna be me, i just wanna have fun.
They told me I could be anything, but they never told me how And I would like to be something, but I guess I already should be by now… They told me I was free to dream, but then said my dreams weren’t real;
They say to not care what they say They say to not care about what they think They say it's okay to stand out But what they don't understand Is it is exactly they
It feels increasingly difficult to remember our centre.The part that should dictate our lives more than our brain,The part that is one of the easiest to lose sight of,
Separated, integration Oppression, lead to depression Conviction, more elimination Injustice, is having hate in a unlawfully way
I look around and all I see Is empty promises False smiles White lies It seems as if everything we once knew Everything we once held to be true Is replaced with empty space
School. Absolutely not. "GO" I heard Him say So Large Too Large "GO" Lonely brain in an extroverted body "GO" I went. Wait... She likes the same things as me?
Who is Society They are inspirational Exciting Trendy A place to be warm Massive But Who really is Society They are mean Horrible and Cruel They say things "Loser"
I remember I was 10 when he died The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide Barely made it to 17 All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
I remember I was 10 when he died The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide Barely made it to 17 All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
They called her a writer. A witch. A Manipulator of words. Etching them into corners, Onto walls, Abandoned buildings,
Why? Because one little tablet, something so small, it could fall down the drain... -clink- through your fingers, puposefully or not, changing not one, but soo many, lives.
You can't beat ignorance with a fist...something I was told But society begs to differ as if our once warm blood is now cold I try to stay positive but negativity resurfaces every chance it gets
On paper we're perfectBut underneath the surfaceThe perfect melts away To reveal we're broken, bruised, and brandedBy microscopic mistakes
In a stereotypical patriarchal society, I would soon have wifely duties and keep my mouth shut. How boring. "Your poor boyfriend," they say because I remind him, in the future,
(TW: Language) Welcome to the machine? How about welcome to the street of need and inability, two things that should never have to be together
Broken ideations Bricking us in… We chose This plush mediocrity, Spreading the mortar With our silence Slight by slight,
This is us, a black hole for a face.Wear too much makeup and you're a public disgrace.
Люди восхитительны в толпе приятных апельсиновых веснушек вокруг всех будничных пасмурных тушек ты найдешь свое сияние
Every life that is lost is a critical concern, yet people end them so easily. A life is nothing to play with. Bodies drop every second, including the seconds it took you to read this.
beat beat beat maple branches touch my jumper sneak in to pair of cloth go straight to breasts leaves glitter dog stumbles woman overlooks ray spears her chest
Feed the rats, enough to survive, Yes, just enough to keep them alive. Convince them lies posing as truth, So Gods we appear before their eyes. Do not teach them to find their food,
No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid Or the one with crippling anxiety That poor child who was traumatized, but Everyone steps away when she needs help When the evil Dark
My dreams are so big It’s hurt small minded people They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams So instead
What if my mission is to disturb the comforted and comfort the disturbed? What if my mission is to sadden the happy and excite the sad?
Look at me By:ThePoetLexi Close your eyes and envision the perfect you. Medium sized soft lips with thin perfectly arched eyebrows
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
I ran Around The world Wondering What I could Find there. I found A mission
As people, we’re always judgmental Some of us pick on others Until that person is dismantled I hate that this is a dog eat dog world Where is the positivity for the boys and girls?
when is it my body? when you’re reaping the color of my skin reducing my culture into a category that only accepts squinty eyes and figures so thin
Once upon a time there was A girl. Perhaps this should be the end of the story, Some people certainly think so,
I wasn’t always this lost, my days consumed by chaos An era where everything makes me nervous And every other day my mood drops, and rises It’s always a fight to find my way through this mind fog
In our culture today, we are all about “Success, success, success” And when we fall from that pedestal we took so long
Isn't it odd that I consider myself lucky That no unwanted man has ever put his grubby hands on me? This is not about luck though, or the clothes I've been wearing
who could love these chocolate bones? when society kills my serenity with stones. oppression and depression is now all I know, when society has stolen every joy I once bestow.
Dear America, Thank you for the poverty seen on the streets. Thank you for making kids bite their tongue for speaking the truth.
I look up to see nothing but a blue canvas, dangling, threatening to collapse over me. Existence stalks me as a gust of nothingness reminds me of my
just one more breath nice and slow, think it through isn't life or death; see? what do you want to do I wish this wasn't me living with this constant cage no peace for my mind
We have begun to treat ourselves like our ninth grade English papers Earasing and fixing the mistakes marked up in red ink by society Tweaking and rewriting Until we are unrecognizable Until we are worthy of an A
You have changed me That’s for sure To everyone You have allure You make the fine lines disappear Give me guidance Give me fear
chaotic thoughts fracture the very fiber of my beingthe velocity of my heart beating does not compare to the evils im seeingso much regret, so much temptation to destroy i am achieving
The old are considered wise For they have no brake. Only the emergency brake Which wallows in dust
The world tells us to be perfect, But that fills our souls with conflict, For who can determine our worth? Why does this feel like hell on Earth?
The Morning kisses her cheeks awakening her restless soul She rolls out of bed and dresses her body undressing her heart's barriers which it spent all night building, only to be shattered
She didn’t notice, at first That anything was wrong She always felt whole But They told her she couldn’t be She was not Right Not the right size
the children are sleeping. society decides, “It is convenient for us to destroy dreams.
They walk, full of confidence with their bright red feet Moving their heads to the rythem of the city red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory
I’m Sorry, But why should you think that? Who gave the right to know that? Why does it matter? Do you know that hurts me to know that my secret is exposed?
Open your mind Ditch the confined Of the nine to five Waiting on the weekends To start the process Again, and again
Can you hear me? Are you listening? Good. I just need to say thank you Impossibly high social standards, Cookie cutter people Who try to force me Into a cookie cutter shape - A simple square,
they all give me wary eyes cross the road to avoid crossing paths pull their children closer holding them tighter the drunk men hoot at my covered behind "Allahu Akbar" they say
"how much is too much" i ask my mirror whilst i cake on the makeup too light for my skin they dont want me because i dont look like them i am the alien with my brown skin and
When I was a child I wanted to fly To reach the heavens in the sky To travel the world and see new things and was excited about what life would bring That dream is gone, sold off at school
Soft skinSupple curves A decent face Virginal purity Is this all i'm good for?
Poetry slays the Monsters of society And helps me fight through
He wanders down a dark path and is complete blinded of all meaning he is strong because his reality requires him to be he is never allowed to be free because every man is built like a machine
Historians agree that our ancestors lived in caves. Sheltered under a rock, we adapted to walls, a safety mechanism. From caves to townhomes, we kept our walls, built a fourth one, shaded the windows,
it's dark. illuminated by the light of a phone's flashlight, i write. i write of worlds i was never a part of, worlds i am both lucky and unlucky not to have been born into.
I went on the Internet to find Tumblr, I swear I've heard of this from somewhere. I surfed through blogs 'n posts, nothing about Space Ghost. All I just found was:
We were freaks Clowns and ringleaders Dwarfs and bearded ladies. We were oddities created by a society That didn’t accept curiosities.
CAN YOU HEAR ME!!!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!!!!! HELLO!!!??? hello?
This way , that way, that's wrong Every mistake thrown in your face As if you didn't see it happen Every good thing goes unnoticed every bad thing's Already uploaded on the screen we've replaced our families with
1) You’re never allowed to tell a lie Unless the lie sounds nicer than the truth To tell people what they want to hear 2) Everyone is right Everyone is wrong
I say that America is screwed That I don't want to be here anymore That I'm leaving first chance I get But as frustrated as I am will I ever truly leave?
Moon-kissed windows, projecting the oblivious melancholic sight of those who shine bright, and time-blessed gravity defyers dancing to a rhythm of lust, like blooming roses in the sun.
eyes eyes lie, that’s the one truth I say they hide who a person truly is their personality, the clear vision of their humanity humanity? it needs a human for humanity
why do i need someone to tell me i am pretty where and when did i lose this ability to provide love for myself
Am I pretty now? You told me I need makeup, You can hardly tell it is me anymore, Am I pretty now? You said I needed to lose some weight, Well i have, now I'm anorexic, Am I pretty now?
do you think i'm stuPid? did yOu Really think i wouldN't find out? you told me you quit months ago but, i had my doubts. i didn't asK you to stop because I wanted to controL you. you toLd me about it before, why are you hiding it now?
Seed of Time. Stem of innocence. Song and rhyme come to be. Then sliver the branches of vice and temptation. Corruption and combat bloom. The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.
Consider me someone of barter, You exchange with me. I carry alot in my bag: Education. Backlash. Dedications. Some say trash. Racy pics and texts, Oh no doubt.
When I was 5 years old, my mom said be yourself What she didn’t know back then, who I was got put on a shelf A shelf full of crazy ass dreams
You ask me how I plead? Let me ask you, my friend, Has there been a deed or a declaration That opposes the dire discrimination That takes over nations? There’s a depreciation In acceptation
Not every girl is Rosie the Riveter Not every girl is a housewife You’re so hellbent on labeling us On shelving us, filing us away neatly You don’t even consider the middle ground
Society thinks, You must wear makeup to be pretty. but not too much, don't be a slut. Society thinks, You must sleep with guys to belong. But no more than three, don't be a whore.
Maybe if society did not pressure us To have the “perfect relationship”, Maybe if society did not push A certain definition of love,
There is a vast array that one mustn't stay On this perfectly perplex planet One used deceit To get you to believe
Every day there’s a new tragedy plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines When did we forget how to love? instead learn how to hate
How hard can it be? To get up and face the world and swim against the current while a storm begins to brew. To swim throught the swirling media bombarded by infromation at all time, he said she said,
Envy, such a complex and strong concept Corrosive acts on man’s society
In the world of a cultural salad, I am not American nor Guatemalan I do not engage in my family's culture I do not speak perfect Spanish yet I learned it first I do not resemble that of my family
Dear world, You always tell us to be ourselves. It is a cliché that has been used and spoken of and heard more times than it has been understood. You always tell us to do what we want.
Step back Face the facts The world spins and carries our slack I sit I wonder But I don't react I can't react. Our sight Our might Our brain waves distorted
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities, Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity, They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty, But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
Dear Society, You contort, control, and command. You convince little girls that being a damsel is desirable, “You need to watch what you eat,” you demand.
Dear world, I ask you why. Why do you do this? Warfare, hatred, poverty. Why have you chosen this path? What makes you think it’s better, What makes you think this is how it should be?
Simplicity is complexity at its finest. Society often overcomplicates the simplest Thoughts, words, and dreams. “Nothing gold can stay” “To be, or not to be” Simple phrases with so much
Society Members of community Expectations and beliefs What people should be Race, age, gender, Even what people like to do
Dear past, present, and future Self, you are living in a glass cylinder: Society. It warps your vision,
There are those that stand upon the hill Getting everything yet lusting still Then there are those upon the ground Getting nothing making little sound
Dear Society, Why do you always judge me? Not only me but my whole ethnicity? Why do you say I have My individual rights?
I am not your 5 mintiue cigarette break, you cannot light me whenever you're in the mood, and put me out when you're tired of me I am not your PlayStation, you cannot play me when you're bored,
When I was young I used to want to be a singer But my mother said, Mija that job is not for you Successful singers are not usually brown, Try something else. So I wanted to be a baker and open up my own Panadería.
Acting okay. Asking for forgiveness, Always pretending. Broken heart. Bridges burnt. Baby, wait please. Crying for hours. Cutting off everyone. Can you ever forgive me?
We look to find just who we are inside Forever looking to find where we fit Having constant fear of being denied In the process some people just lose it Everywhere we attempt to interact
To me, " Emo" is just another stereotypical name that society gives people who dress in darker clothing. So what? i wear darker clothes. But, society also attached other characteristics to the stereotype. Like " suicidal" "self harm"
Just ridiculous You see someone on the street And as soon as you meet You categorize. You tell people you don’t mean to do it
I'm a bit confused Because you say that you're clothes Are one size fits all. And that may be true
Many of Our Major Experiences Normally Take Seconds Written by: Eric Fraley
I withstood the pressure
I’m quiet and go unseen It’s truly the best way to really see. I see the face behind the mask, the one who frowns behind the laugh. I see the need behind the smile, the one that lies to please the crowd.
Shout out to the people that goes out to all Even if you feel big, even if you feel small Shout out to the rich, can't forget about the poor God blees the greedy, who always want more
Time, something I really can’t seem to stop thinking about. Time, something that will follow and lose you in life.
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory. The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful. One by one they slip away as it is in their nature. Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
At times of utter chaos, the mind sleeps. Hiding behind a closure, until vulnerable no more. And days later, after closure, comes a newfound fascination- in what exactly happened.
An empath Just a ProSonderer Nothing more But quick to learn every human’s soul will be instinctively felt just as the breeze flows
Want to see where this shortage of discipline kicks in? Take a peek at US presidential elections Inflating white hate whome congregate behind behind racist gates like devolving apes
What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul. While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
Dear Society, You analyze the outside of my body, My curvy, bodacious butt, and these hips that don't lie hunny The three layers of rolls when I bend over and the wrinkles on my forehead,
My child has finally been born. Thy world awaits ye beauty. Yet I must hide thee from scorn, So I take thy to a place that’s gloomy.
Condemned by the nature of society, The status quo that instigates conformity. To rebel is to take the forbidden fruit, To enter the garden and be dragged through the Inferno,
Dear Cryptic Affluence, Did I really have to go so far? What did I do for you to drown this way? It wasn't easy getting here, tell me was it meant to be?
He asked for help - they laughed. He begged to be understood - they ignored. He screamed for attention - they didn't give it.
There She Is All perfect and delicate But breakable continuing to be elegant. Her so-called goods are exposed And she doesn’t hesitate to pose. I am not saying she is no brainer
The society needs a upgrade, Things are changing and it’s not the same, People stuck in their old ways, Left with a closed-minded brain.
Dear Society, Why do you keep on hurting...? Yeah, I get it, you're old you're ancient you're ever slow moving, but that's no excuse. You Spit You Stab You Lie
Dear Dubiety, I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead. But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
Dear past me, He told you, so you thought “I'm not good enough” She said so, so you thought “I look too fat in this dress”
Hi it's me again remeber the girl you forgot again remeber you said you'd be right back remember you left me to freeze in a shack Hi it's me again remeber when you told me we were best friends
The sirens blare Excitement stirs Whats happening? Is there a fire? Is someone getting arrested? Is someone hurt? Chatter stirs
Dog bites to bone Songs are written but still unknown Roses are proving love People trembling far from reality I kept them too close in my dreams But dont cry for me Heaven doesn't believe in tears
Dear Future Joamir,
When we're sixteen and breathing is like shoving steel through our veins, it's hard and it hurts but we keep doing it. When we're nineteen and we've been cut loose,
There’s blood underneath your fingertips, cracks in your nails, chaos in your head, suicide in your eyes.
Much is wrong with our society, Treating people like scum, This causes some to turn to anarchy, But choas without purpose is dumb. We all have a lesson to learn, Unity is the way to peace,
An apple Sweet Or sour Turns into applesauce To make an Even better treat And even if Those sour apples
Society its always the answer or the well thought out solution. theres no room for any type of change or evolution, When you know the revolution, won’t be televised but you stayed tuned in.
Tell me about the time Where the moon was the only light that earth needed To guide it’s nocturnal creatures, Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices To color the sky;
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ? A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre. Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
Emptiness and sorrow, They all say it will get better tomorrow, Yet I am stuck in the mistakes of my past, While everyone around me is moving by fast, Standstill, standstill, My body turns into a landfill,
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time, It is so easy to forget the memorable events That paints the portrait of the world. Yet, with one more careful glance
Curriculum's are set based on trials from various students, but none of those students are me, or you or the person down the road.
Dear Juvenility, If only, only when Could I have returned to your restful face Could I, being you protect you from the troubling journey of Adulthood. Protect you, holding you
Dear Society, I hate you Plain and simple You ostracize the best of people You make them feel like they are nothing But you don't care Dear Society, One day I'll rise above you
Time somebody told me. I was wasting my time ganging unworthy friends. Time somebody told me. Loving myself is my number one priority
Love is a very powerful word, But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred, Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
because i love you i only smile as i watch you tilt back the milk carton white drops running down your chin the lips softly parted. i only smile even though
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I woke this morning to find a mother crying on the television screen Her son was following urban fashion wearing a hood over his head and it blinded him
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love. It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love. Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
We are shaped to be normal, to fit in with the crowd. We are told to do our best to make our parents proud. We are taught that girls can cry, but "men" can't shed a tear.
I will listen to society and I might cry at the words I hear, but I still do when she is wounded by her own sword And I will stand to say that I love her like a mother or sister
The world doesn't understand our love. It cannot comprehend the myriad of emotions you make me feel. They do not see us the way we do, Only seeing us as two females in a heteronormative society.
What you know about the silence of the lambs I'm not talking about that cross dresser shit. I mean the way people today choose to live, cowardly, afraid to speak up. Think differently,
To you I am nothing more than what you see, what you hear, what you read. I am nothing more to the world than the traces that I leave, in my words, in my art, in my legacy.
The first came on a white horse. A pure white horse, so it was welcomed. With open arms and minds. It was embraced. It was the illusion of progress, it was wanting more, more, more.
A Man A room Confined to silence Darkness comes and goes Maybe of sleep, maybe of death His body wonders, his mind paces What then does he seek Perhaps a reason, Perhaps a light
As you were the light that rose upon my life the day you sung your beautiful melody to me, I never wanted you to leave; but if your happiness depended on it then that's all I ever wanted was for you to be happy,
My dad got remarried when I was ten. To a woman whose hugs smelled like three shots of tequila before church, we lived in a cracked window, bug baited, squeaky apartment
Society has programmed us... undesirable, Imprinting in our brains over and over what we should strive to be. We believe that in order to be acceptable ,
They say that love always wins, but sometimes I can't be sure. I want to believe the world can be a safe place for me, but when I'm downtown for open mic, it's always: Check your skirt length.
You should be with the one you love, As love is what matters to the one above, Society in which is scattered; would bunch together if our hearts came as one, Oh society holds us apart, But why?
Isn’t it funny how everyone walks around with fake smiles on their faces?; Fake ears to listen to others’ fake cases; They made up in hopes that someone could possibly care;
I see no point In going through this maze. It is filled to the brim with traps, cloaked in a dulcet haze. Must I play a part in this senselessness? This deceit that plagues us all?
Society is messed up. Apparently a girl can't do or wear anything without getting called out. Listen to this: A girl never wears make up and her acne is never covered. So she starts to have people saying,
balloons are full of helium, but they can only stay afloat for so long. eventually they deflate. i am deflating. feelings escape like air.
She was just sixWhen he told her to fixHis dirty desireRemove the heat of his fire She was just nineWhen she was toldTo kiss him below the lineBy that gigantic old
She wishes she couldPunch them in the faceThey thought they wouldBeat her in that race She was somehow silentBut they were raging a warShe had some different scentNow she regrets, she could roar
People wonder Why it is teens Are so suicidal here Is it because They are confused They are being forced Into a shell They are basically invisible To the eye of society
How can you smile knowing that peopl are dying because they are sick of trying to appease the critics, to appease the man, to appease the woman, and those in command. They are taking their lives
The question I ask myselfWhy they look at youAs if you're half nakedWhy they look at youAs if you're a piece of cake baked
Starry night. Blue skies Staring up in wonder. Dreaming bright Big eyes. Staying here forever. Drinking fight Goodbyes.
Cinderella... So beautiful and down to earth An amazing young lady, unaware of her worth Constantly mocked, always rejected One of the millions feeling neglected A simple night out, but nothing was ever the same
Everyone is a poet at heart, They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
Politics & Religion Were never meant for polite society My parents taught me. But polite society doesn't exist At least in this day and age. Now and again vulgarities show Marring perfect plans
My vessel has been anchored, attacked, and conquered Leaving the pieces shattered and somber Stranded within a dynamic society My lifeless bones still dance with gaiety Misguided, unrequited, i have lost my light And here i lie undecided if sink
Once upon a time... There was a young couple with too many kids: Poor Isaac, Miss Sue, and sadly, young Sid. The three of them had never enough to eat. Momma didn't know what to do or who to meet.
Once upon a time A man named Robin Hood Pulled out his gun and shot all the bad guys Stole their luxuries
My mind spins thinking about the word, “White.” About how being white is like being the reincarnation of Hitler, In the eyes of the blind Social Justice Warriors,
Once upon a time, there was a young girl of a foreign land, Her parents had taken her feet off the sand, Then thousands and thousands of miles away, She soon was to learn where she was to say,
I have orated to the lay about the dangers of AIDS & how every books page brings you a step closer to getting paid I have recited to the rich about a large poverty ditch
'A prince needs a princess' he has been told all his life A woman, pretty women, go and be happy, prosper with a woman pick a woman, a beautiful woman, make her your queen you can have any
I fell in love with a man who lives in a world of black and white Doesn't quite see something that isnt at sight I stand in the front light to make sure that I shine, but my color's to bright almost seems to blind
Even that which seems to be pure beauty hides its deepest secrets For which the stars shine only when not covered in the fog of the city lights
You. Yes you. You disturb me. The way you break some, polish others, and chip and crack the rest. The cabinet we sit in is filled with beautiful colors and shapes.
All around are people, too Busy to Care about anything except the moment they are in, too Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
They say life is a gift, That love bridges the rifts, They say 'follow your dreams', They ask you to come clean. But what if life is greedy and shallow, Driven by heads and hearts that are hollow,
The day started smooth and had a groove reminiscent of rythm & blues. The day kicked off right, it was bright, so bright that it would have lit the sky on the darkest of nights.
The stages of rain are neverending But it seems that this rain is heavy Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears Maybe he see the bad we've done What he has caused us to do And wants to wash it away
in the winter of one’s cracking white bones holding traces of a shivering soul small crystals biting into the blue fingered ghost
The World of Bi is an interesting place For all is divided into two One is treated like gold The Other is treated a fly- Shoo! One is the standard That all must adhere
They say you see someone’s soul Through their eyes I see their souls In the money they Slide into my jacket
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
Man made of fire, Passion to fight. Arrow through his heart, Yet he refuses to die. As stubborn as the light in his eyes
I am wonderous, as is that fly in the kitchen.Filled with curiosity, but crushed when not welcomed.
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies. "He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
This morning I woke up and it was controversial. My skin glowed caramel under the sun and it was controversial.
When you hear the word NORMAL You think Of the common man or woman You think Of nothing special Just plain, the "Average Joe"
America. She used to belong to everyone and she was okay with it. Rumor has it that an Englishman found her & sold her some dreams.
Round and round the wheel of time goes; Where she stops, nobody knows. As tides come red and pebbles turn black. Name a virtue which we today lack. We have TVs, and treadmills, and shiny things too,
In my youth it was hidden the color of my hands the sun on my blonde hair the glisten of my green eyes and the accompanying announcment to society of an all american girl who had everything she wanted
Traffic lights stay at a steady red Reflecting on life's motion Dropping down what I see with lead Depicting the faces of no emotion Running down an endless path
I used to break door handles, A habit my parents never cherished. Someone would hide behind the door, And I'd come chasing after them. The slam of the door The click of the lock,
You are blind. Do you realize our shape? You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind? No, I think not. You do not come together. Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
Our god is green so things are never as they seem,Freedom rings but are we really free?People still being exploited like the Cree,In the land of history repeated,Was hatred every truly defeated? When Lincoln died, he believed us to be unified,Jim
You know I think it's kind of funny How we say, almost excessively, that are now a more connected humanity in this, the "amazing" 21st century. I mean, "We're more connected than ever!", right?
America is free at least that's what we're selling but the product must be damaged there's not one damn soul that believes what we're telling
Nerves Racing. Heart's Beating. Why are they starring? Is it my smile, my body, my hair? Is it my personailty, Why should they care? I just want to stop the stares...
Mirror, mirror on the wall who is worst of them all, I promise I try to stand tall. I know I'm ugly, I know im worthless, My body alone makes me nervous. You don't have to tell me how bad I am,
wouldn't it be perfect, if eveyone danced as society told them, because there is no room for free will, because there is no room for a creative spirit, there is no room to be your own person,
We are America... the land of the free, the home of the brave, yet we stll have many crises pertaining to inequality, poverty, Geneaolgy, social class, economic wealth and generosity.
As the music starts the world disappears You slip into a new world for just two minutes A world where no one judges Where no one cares How you look
My thoughts are too loud to not let out, But I don't know what to write about, the rhymes spout but they all sound the same, they fall from the clouds where my soul hides,
America Built on the ideas for a perfect life Freedom and Equality Holds a bias for those who can plant their seed with a pale complexion Education
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars All hidden behind unopened doors Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke Buried beneath the ash in the smoke Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
Eyes stapled open, Mouth taped shut, Ropes restraining my body, This is what it’s like in society. Opinions kept to myself,
A perfect world is unrealistic Crime, violence, guns, deaths, gangs When will it slow down
Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, chug You fall behind, you're out of luck. Brute mechanisms all in place to stay on track & win the race, They work in time and go in sync so you'll go far, or so you think.
America the free But are we really free? Striving to contain a positive image Looking into the mirror Not many like what they see Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
"He's just a guy." Just a guy, just being a boy, What's wrong with that? Let boys be boys. Don't be so uptight. He just got drunk. He just did coke. He just took the car-
Social Media, feeding the Obsession. Expression which switches Depression to Repression. Lies disguise our devotion to true emotion. Self-Hatred, the secret sacred Entity for a hurting Identity.
The curtain has been hung, tied, and strung. The masks has been beaded, laced, and covered with a face.
Mirror, Mirror On the wall What will it take To be Pretty, Thin, Tall? Scale, Scale On the floor What will it take To be Light Skinny Perfect?
Little Angel This little angel We are putting our faith in you. We hope that you will do well,
God Bless America! Where the grand homes spit on the peasent who make the ground they walk on God Bless America! Where black infestation is eliminated by the wonderful cops who are suppose to be protection
We live in a culture of vultures We don’t even have time to breathe We are only supposed to succeed and conceive Because what else are we supposed to believe?
There are people who love youPeople who hate youPeople who wish they were youBut you’re youThey want to be like BeyoncéOr swag it out like my friend JovanteBut nobody is as great as youBeing you
Did you know people have pain they never show.Everyone has a story hidden in their hearts.Some are hurt; others broken and that's not the worst part.The worst part is you never noticed thisor maybe it was just missed in this consuming abyss we cal
"With our heads pressed to the wall they'll try to end us once and for all because of the things we pray we'll have to pay for it each passing day. They'll expect us all to fall
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
How beautiful it is To live everyday breathing the warm/cold air of mother nature I find it fascinating how we simply are living. Look at those trees; so tall ,with many years
The green glass doorThe double letter dilemmaKeeping logic livelyLooking less appealing each dayRealizing reality is really dullWe should instead kill senseAnd hold on to lost letters
I swear i'll love this town, if only I can look at it from my cars rear view mirrior. This Town destroyed me. I would destroy myself , to become your idea of perfection. Yes, yes, yes
Im not about the politics But more about the common senseBlack lives matter Well isn't that fuckin obvious But to some it might not seemStarted when I had a dream But will end like the Hitler regime Sad to sayI take it day by day Thinking of wor
plastics and perfects accepted and approved not too thick, not too thin just perfect worthless and failing bullied and besotted
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
A dark, sharp shadow Tied to a secluded society Chasing an empty dream - Matt
A dark, sharp shadow Tied to a secluded society Chasing an empty dream - Matt
365 days ago,I was surely not the same.I've grown up too much. 350 days ago,I couldn't choose between my head and heart,Let alone how to live life fully. 335 days ago,I wasn't passionate about everything I did,Slowly that has changed 320 days ago,
"Wake Up Neo. "The Matrix has you." Digital Mind Control. Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
Who are you? Who am I? Does anyone really know? Who are you to tell me what I should say or what I should show?
You ask what is race, something simple as a face, the color of the skin, or your fellow kin. There is a blank space
The impossible has happened and now I am impossibly numb. The bitter sting of an empty core, I wanted more. More warmth more sun, more love, hope. And I want more still.
Society or more like a prison? A prison full of racism and negativity.
Built upon bloodshed and mass genocide maybe the color of my skin did dictate innocent lives We probably did take it all away The culture, the land, the native beauty
Sometimes I wish I was skinny and pretty. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I want to cut the fat off! I hate how being fat your discriminated, I hate how being fat you got to have a hour glass shape. Why do I feel this way?
Here I am hangin my head with a noose I could simply choose \Buzz of Role Models tell me not to Refuse I thought I could trust your cues But the very people I idolize teach me to lose
Cold hearts can crack warm hearts can burn the dumb are often wisest the outcasts are the kindest the lonely are the most loving the rich are the most lonely the smart are often clueless
I don't know when I first realized it, But when I did it all made sense. I am not what the world sees me as, I am whoever I want to be. I have the capability to do what ever I want.
This is the evolution of our generation: Documentation of instant gratification, Social media exploitation, Gender roles and misrepresentation.
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us Green is for growth of knowledge society
I sit in the darkness. No thoughts. No words. No shouts. You lower into the ground. No thoughts. No words. No feelings. We fall into line. No thoughts.
Ive published at least 96 poems have written a hundred more and yet not a single word has truly captrued this that i feel this great anxious feeling like something is coming something is coming.
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
Ghosts linger in the crack between the door and its frame. Now, you should know that they’re hard to tame. Not every one of my demons is the same. It is madness; It is a cigarette I call badness.
You all are followers You seem to forget identity. You all are in search of conformity You seem to settle with docility. Opinions are not for sale They have gone out of style.
It’s a specific side. The one with frayed edges where Paper fibers are disrupted from the interwoven Pattern of rules calculated to win points. No one can see the perfect matrix.
Left or Right. Up or Down. There is no middle ground. Feminism or Misogyny. Racism or Tolerance. There is no middle ground.
We are always told We are worth our Weight in gold. And That's a sweet sentiment But I don't think it's Genuine, and it implies That someone's worth is Definable by societal objects.
I am a radioactive zone. Danger zone, when I'm alone In a classroom, in a crowd Touch and you will perish. One of those kids who Thinks too much, who Writes words on her
They told me I was too fat, so I changed a little.They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little. They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
Where has the world gone? Are the simpler times lost? When will we slow down?
every single human on this earth has a purpose. every person has a complex and complete thought process and emotional reservoir that is utilized on a daily basis. every person has a mother, father, some have sisters and brothers.
Human minds are silly little models The birth children of originality And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of Society Cousins of melancholy
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom, Her rays glare into my face, With brutal light, its intensity hard to take I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
The world is cold and harsh A blanket of darkness and terror engulfs us all each moment nearly nothing arouses a reason to try, to work, or to see the next day
We're spreading the odors Name calling like ogers World full of freeloaders Bloaters Sugar coaters Quickly speeding others gears Like motors She's a true devoter Motivater
What a perfect illusion it is living in a sugarcoated world is what it seems living in a place where people are scared of the ones that are supossed to be protecing
The glossy magazine In the library Is screaming. Cheekbones! Makeup! Perfection! Pretension! Be fake! Be beautiful! Be loved! Be sexy!
When I was seven years old In my mathematics class Measurement setting in dread Forty kilograms is the answer I don’t remember the lesson I learnt
I'm all alone In the zone Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown But I pay no mind Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
It is boys like you who consciously Brainwash girls And preach how “natural” is better And overly sexualize her body as if they weren’t a breathing human
Don't write, He Said I put down my pen So Sad, He Said I picked it up again Don't think, He said I closed my lips You only blink, He said
Does water ever expire? Does love ever end? Does hate have a pure reason? Or is it simply because We're all different from one another? Does freedom have limits? Can words ever have
Fat, ugly, stupid, whoreThose words hurt, sureBut people don't know that that words have thousands of meaningsAnd can bring out different reactions and feelingssome worse thanothers 16 year old virgin Good grades good girlBut wow she's a boreBecau
Hey, girl, Latika, girl Here's a box for you! But don't you worry, Mr. Stein, There's one for you too! Liu from my math class, This box will do you well. And take this here, Syeeda....
the man lived all by himself in a house down by the creek and he used a whittled stick to walk because his joints were very weak
Afraid that there is a greater potential a box they give us to condition in if they do this long enough they believe that we'll be trapped trapped in a mindset that they control No hope No love
I try avoiding emotions.I'm a criminal,and they're bounty hunters. I fear my mind. They chase me down.Syrens echo from behind,pinning down thoughts with "love" on their badges.
I was seven
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
We live in a world, Where we are misunderstood We live in a world Where we miscalculate the meaning of life We live in a time Where we must learn to be alive The society that has become
The world is a judgemental place. you're skinny it's wrong you're fat it's wrong you're tall it's wrong you're short it's wrong Everything that you do is wrong.
You see me on Friday nights Under all those shiny, bright lights Yelling for the win. You'd think I'm the prettiest That everyone loves to be around me
I am not what I once was introduce new distractions increased subtraction from action, reaction becoming bad habits hapiness and a want for joy are not worth th feeling of emotions
society teaches my son that gun play is better than word play. that being educated isn't okay they want me alive but not woke. I be damned to let them deprive me from my thoughts and Intuition.
You see a forest they look at you the same Everyone... All they see is trees I do not see trees For I am blinded by the leaves of them I appreciate being blinded
I am not the color of my skin. I am not my semi-squinted eyes or my small nose. I am not my small mouth and my round face. I am not my small stature or my black hair.
Behind closed doors is where it staysDark and gloomy to the mind's eyeIt avoids our creeping gazeWell aware of their ignorant lie
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
What is left after we go our separate ways? Never to see each other again, When once we saw each other everyday. after all the words are spoken, The things that they said that left me broken.
Poetry! My pride, my joy, my only form Of reaching out into the dark, dank place That is our world. It is my emotional storm, Helping me see the gray face Caught in between the black and white
You may be wondering How your pain goes unnoticed. Feeling like you're screaming, And nobody is even looking in your direction. How is it possible That nobody hears?
They give us their devotion and love, We respond with hate. They show us their loyalty, We cast them out on the street. They offer us constant companionship, We leave them alone to die.
Words cannot change the world And it will never be true that We can make a difference just by writing The written word Is not able to replace Advancing technology in our society
There are a numerous amount of bitter people all over the world that want to express their pent-up feelings that were kept deep down inside.but sometimes is just that they seem to be gaucherie at certain times of their life.
Society has deemed me black, unsophisticated, ghetto but that’s not me Society has deemed her white, redneck, slutty but that's not her Society has deemed him Asian, intelligent, advanced but that's not him
Isn't t funny how numbers run our entire livesThat we prefer quality over quantityBut yet we are so pressed over quantityThat the numbers in our banks accounts define our wealthAnd the number of people you have in your family Will determine your h
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their constellations, and disagree on the faulty moon craters.
We all live in a world of expectations. Were we are expected to be an image of perfection and sweetness. However, I'ma Do It Like Miley. I am not no Disney character.
Oddly enough, I'm weird. At least that's what they jeered to my beard as they peered, while my honesty reared with confidence clear, and hints of fear. At least that's what they said from their box
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself, Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame, She felt like the last book picked on the shelf, The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
When will it be ok To no longer hide From a world full of hate And a society full of lies?
Still feeling alone.Everyday. Every night.I got myself, but I'm wanting more.Wanting something different.Another person in my life.
I still question what is my own reflection? Looking into a steamed mirror Staring not at my outward reflection Looking toward myself to find. To find, my reflections from inside.
Should I conform? Though it hurts, yes. It's all I can do. I'm already employed as a labotomite in this grave conquest. From start to finish, I'll breathe given air I'll drink given water
There's a crime in the mind Of a man who rhymes about the common day times The man who spreads lies in the form of tongue tied twists
Someday the time may come, when I, no longer able to distinguish the line between reality and nonentity, will accept the illusions and leave behind this materialistic world. Could you pull me back if I slipped away? Would you catch me if I ever fe
there is somuch power inthe softness of your lipsand the tip of your tongueyour mouth works wonders
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
5 years old, little blue dress, with a heart of gold, and nothing less. She grew older, little blue dress gone, be prettier he told her, the challange she would take on.
So we've played society's game. We've attempted the idea of perfection. Hiding behind the masks we've created, No longer able to recognize the reflection we see in the mirror.
My eyes are wildflowers Dirt roads. Weeds and Willow trees Main stream is cement. Dead. My dreams must live and breathe I won’t be anything but myself. Otherness.
Over all of the pain and sorrow We will overcome We have to stay strong and believe that the world can be altered Once in a while things will get tough, but we have to stand tall and be judicious
Beneath the patterns of the surrounding society Beneath the spice in other's eyes to hawk like vultures at the vulnerable Beneath the excess necessity for superiority and distance
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other A hug for one person to another A kiss to make somebody’s day Some loving to make the pain go away
Aspiration runs through the crack of granite ruins behaves a shoulder to lean on in a storm. we dream with great wishes of destroying each others source of light yet so many do not fall.
Who am I? Do I let you define me, no! It's my heart and soul that carries me. I am resilient and full of character. i am who i am
At first she was No. Now, No was beautiful And no I’m not talking about that porcelain skin, straight hair thigh gap beautiful. no!
A renegade of cultures past, A renegade from traditions forgotten, Holding on to values from the past, Lessons that lay today, forgotten.
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to treat humans like humans and dissolve the political and racially prejudice bonds that drive a heinous wedge between us.
Money (An English Translation of my German Poem : "Geld") Laying by a tree with my head hung. Many birds fly above and I think "Why can I not fly?" Life with no wings
Society has convinced me that I should be one piece One whole piece, with no chips, sratches, or cracks But what people do not realize is that society is no human It was not born with eyes or a heart.
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner Some of the products used by many The clothes that society says look good are designer Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny?
The illusion of perfect symmetry, holds us from grabbing our key. Fabricated poise and sophisticated balance, shakes us to our decrepit core. Surreal intellect and courage so strong
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small We are completely appalled
Welcome, vessels of flesh and bloodTo my humble theatre, why have you come?Was it fear that brought you here?New toys for the puppeteer
Dear Society, All the heroes have fallen and its all your fault. All of your rules and ideals forced through their skull caused their ship to sink.
I wish it wasn’t so easy So easy to say that I don’t miss it The old world I once lived in
Bumble melts off of the lips like the honey we steal. Origins are unimportant when we have the hum of corporate in our ears. Mounds of guilt collect like wax combs. But we care not, as long as we get what we want.
Blind she stumbles through the façade Everything perfect, now always flawed. With open eyes, the illusion presents, With lies and cheats it only makes sense.
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul? Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside? Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul? Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside? Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
the way i see it, we have two options: a) be each others One. give me the ring, leave the wedding to me; and soon we'll boast about this diaper-changing Happily
Dear Society, do we exist anymore? The moment we come into this world you grab hold of us like prized possessions The clothes we wear, the games we play, the language we speak, you control
They asked: which thing would you choose, if you could only choose one thing, over all things? I could not respond. I am one of those creatures that
‘Life is hard,’ they tell me ‘But enjoy it to its fullest.’ Be who you want to be, But only as long as you fit our standards Everyone is beautiful, But some only on the inside Ethnicity doesn’t matter,
Is it okay to be yourself in a world where each person is a reflection of someone else? Individuality is not an original equation from a single person, but an
He walks like he has some place to be, hurried footsteps resounding through the empty hallways. He keeps his head down, watches his feet, as if that will save him from stumbling.
Depression kills – anybody vulnerable enough to be hurt; anybody conscious of his imperfections; anybody who hid behind a fake ego. And the very few who give importance to this issue,
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
The enlightenment heightened my slighted psyche, she judges, it’s like the purveyor of our pain and purgatory is a catholic church, no better yet, an oratory.
There are a lot of words that society has changed the meaning of, making the word impossible to be achieved. Words like equal and fact.
One day I wore red lipstick to feel beautifulAnd when I say red I meanthe color of a ripe strawberryThe color of fresh oozing bloodThe color of fire trucks wailing to extinguish the fire
Lost in common misconceptions and perceptions From society's closed eyes Searching for direction In the darkness of deception Deciphering the lies With my mind's eye
It's so foolish How we're forced to walk around In disguise In a world so clueless
Materialism A word descriptive of our current society A generation that's become submissive to this culture. Numb to everyone else's feeling or thoughts yet
Who’s to say, in this world of gray, What is right or wrong? What’s right to some is wrong to me, And what is right to me is wrong to you.
Trapped in a generation of social terrorization Where thousands of hearts seek rehabilitation The halls are filled with the sound of gossip popping like machine guns
While others in this world sit in starvation and misery We gather as a nation to bitch and whine. I mean why not? Aside from a good education, A roof over our heads, People who love us,
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
Why I Never Want to be a Mother I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect. I know no damn thing about cooking, and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
Fir trees stand tall and unwavering, Crowding closer to one another, So their branches brush when they dance To the breeze.
The first cry, the first laugh, the loving look in one's eyes, so much innocence behind, just waiting for goodbye. Time goes by, hearts collide, friends and family tend to be kind,
Okay, this is a song too, so it's a little long... Pedestal The words twist with jagged edges, Barbed wire on their lips Glittering silver compliments
Things I learned in grade school In kindergarten I learned that if a girl wants to hug you she loves you. And you should probably stay away from her because girls are gross.
As the sun rises And the world awakens And the day commences Humanity starts over again Each day brings in new surprises New rules to add to the book New concepts to get rid of
A million swarming voices,A thundering, roaring crowd,The silent scream of reason,Deafened in the noise.
Society like liquor sip once, twice: vice. Rules, wine and whiskey, blood and water, What do you mean alcohol is taken lightly?
I want to be happy even if it is just for a short amount of time.Is it bad that I just want love for love, or is it a crime?All around me I see relationships turning to stone.
There is no time for talks and whispersnot anymore in this time we live in,and it gets more deterious every day.Human life into parlors prospersnot allowing knowledge to grow within,and to get ignorant we pay.
Society. Supposed being. Supposed way. Action. Expectation, Contemplation, Judgement, Wall.
They say you are who you are And the world does not make you You are who you want to be You are what you're good at You are you -- and no one else Bullshit You parents mold you like clay
The quiet girl in the back of the class looking through the glass. No one knows much about who she is they only know of the silence she gives.
Catching the snowflakes as they fall The taste of winter cold and clear Staring at the frosty swirls etched upon the windows adoringly The heavy blue clouds entrap the sky in their folds Winter has descended
such grace as is given to placate Divine: façade to consume hallowly time theatrics ere soul and a mind bent by minds the ultimate boon but a hope for sublime
I take leave of my fortress, crossing that curious threshold. I find myself enveloped by a dazzling palette of crimson and saffron: a glorious manifestation of Divine artistry.
The focus of school has turned on us Administators no longer showing student trust. As a student I call for a change Of a society open to not-perfect grades. Students work hard, day and night
Even the greatest- scientists, engineers, painters, astronauts, walk across crowded streets, surrounded by everyday people with everyday troubles, suffocating on the smoke of their own personal
Here they stand in equal measure, side by side upon a long podium, each looking out upon each other and visualizing a lesser crowd and higher standing for themselves. Do they not see the ground
Orwell would be proud- grey worlds encompassing grey people, bent down by their great oppressor. And though their eyes lay blank and glossy from broken wills, their masters are
America! America! Our flag is flying high in parades held over graves of those who have died.
As a child you swim. Contently. Naiively. Ignorant of the evils lying below. Waiting. Watching. As you grow, there's a weight added to your ankle, every year you turn older.
The dreary darkness driftsacross the vast blue sky wispy clouds travel aroundgradually attracting another addition All but ONEa lonesome cloudstruggling silentlynobody sees a thing
Worthless. Stupid. Ugly. Fat. Words I see portrayed every time I step in front of a mirror. I say to myself, "Lose weight and he will like you"
Why do you think you have the authority to say who I should be or what i should look like? Does my apperance make you feel repulsed? I am no transformer. I cannot change even if i wantd to.
clink eggs crack against the bowl sky blue broken shell shards like glass the thin line we walk so high tightropes of minds stretched across infinity or not contrary contradictions
“Sing a hopeful song!”They said.“A catalyst for revolution!”They cried.“A song for the rebels…”They shouted.
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
My fair lady, my fair lady Be a good girl, be a dear Do the cleaning, be the cook All your worth is in how you look
I lived in a world where i only watched Where clouds rise like kings'where sunsets bow like jesters before them And the moon watches hed been offered kingship once but he declined For power is not worth a monsoon
To my Country I am a citizen but to my people I am a foreigner They see me but they only see fighter jets and burning buildings
I am... a Bitch When I say what I feel strong about People think it's a shout When I feel like I'm royal People think I'm spoiled When I'm determine to get what I want People think I'm a flaunt
They always tell you what you cannot and cannot be, I never focused on them, I focused on me. Yes, maybe I like to read my books instead of party,
She sits at home all day people call her lame little do they know, she has a job a job that deals with razorblades
She sits at home all day people call her lame little do they know, she has a job a job that deals with razorblades
Life is like a balloon waiting to be captured while Death is hand cuffed to us as a permanent reminder of what we are to become as Nature heals us Society kills us and through Brutality we are Created
Dear you, bold, innovative, gifted, the brightest star. find fault? Think you can hang with the finest. Hah!
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
I wonder, I wonder if the world can see the pain in my eyes. My smile torn from my face, it's been stolen by the violence of love. Empty seats surround me. I am in a room full of souls, 200.
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed. Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
For everyday I wake and for every step I make, a trail of emotions follow Tears turn into one of those everyday things You're used to all day and all night It eventually turns into a river in seconds
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me. The bad things -
Walking around Wal-Mart, They care not for their looks, It's rather humourous, From messy, raggled hair, To very thin underwear, These people do not care, But I do observe, Them in judgmental sight,
A lady came up to me today, She had lost both breasts With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior. Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces Coated her tongue. "It’s too good to be true"
Shoulders displaced set upon odd angles Walkers stumble and trip Hands twist and pop Knees out of joint The strangest carnival One of horrors
He said they slept together They believed him
I am everything i said i wouldn't be but thats okay. I am everything i hoped i'd never be but thats okay. I am everything i wish i never said but thats okay. I am everything they say i am
Blow the Shofar Call the twain Mark the day Blow the Shofar Battle is afoot War sets face Blow the Shofar Plead God’s Grace Set by him
Sell my heart Highest bidder wins Auction my soul Money into the bin Keep me in rags Hold me prisoner Sell me for lust Market as torture
Vicious jackal Nip the heels Innocents’ slaughter Vicious jackal Snarl sneak thief Enter the night Vicious jackal Pains false delight
Trapped in the darkness with nowhere to go. Searching for anwers you don't already know. Gasping for air as your mind wonders free. Fear seeps in clouding your thoughts vigorously.
There's a box everyone is given From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies In that box he is commanded to fit in It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
Her words were as sweet as honey, And her smile was even sweeter. She would always help those around her, No matter who or what the situation was. She always praised others,
I am a star in a pretty universe: Vaguely luminous, Dying and dying. I am a nameless in a crowd of faces: Vastly deafened, Killing and killing.
Strangled by the showerhead She answers but she doesn't speak She's too busy staring at the wall Making sure it doesn't leak. She sways and sinks, continues to think
You may see me standing on the street with my short skirt, and
She tells us to express our individuality and to wear whatever clothes we want, but then says when we do that no those don't go together.
Loved too hard, Rejected too fast. Maybe that's why I always held back.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality. Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity. This is passion. My passion.
The minds of this generation Are twistedBullying and tormentingWarp the brain Thought processes Become muddyParanoia settles inThe walls creep closerAdolescents get nervous
He kissed her lips and whispered “I love you.” She smiled Kissed his lips and whispered “I love you.” He turned away and she frowned. She wanted to love him. She felt so cold. So empty.
Let's talk about the issues with this world. For example, do we even know what privacy is? Your business is none of my concern, ladies and yet, here we go again.
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS...
I am only human I can only do so much
I drink to the greater being. 81 I feel how this greater being comes, 82
“Skies are blue inside of you” 90 “Don’t you wish you were free, Lenina?” 91
As I sit here Contemplating my life I see changes That define my fight To see an end From the very beginning To understand the words That I'm currently feeling
Mute me not
I faithfully follow the father as i try to fight off fear,
Are you not entertained as I pace around in your parade Follow your rules and be stung by your commands Be swept up in fear by your threats and arrogance Not understand why you treat me if I do not feel pain
Many people know the season But many people know not me I am more than your Instagram pictures Of your dog playing in the leaves I am the purest of aesthetics Not for my face or my hair
We are blind We go wherever the man tells us "Turn left here" we do it "Don't trip on the rock" There are a few who don't listen to this and still don't trip but they spend their whole lives
Who are we Who can we be? We go our whole lives being told we can be anything but can we? I think not If we could all be what we wanted there would be no difference would that be good would it?
Excellence That's what we all want To be the alpha dogs To be the best The greatest And sometimes It feels essential Like we need perfection in our lives But the truth is
exotic one word to describe a euphoria an infinity of pleasure and defiance against a tasteless mindless society. The river that flows steam like hot lava
Time is relentless It torments us constantly From "running" or "flying" by so fast When we are laughing and smiling As if cutting off our happiness supply to going in slow motion
She walks in a straight line Her shoulders puffed up And the look of thought expressed upon her face The ideal teen A model citizen She seen legit Or at least she appears to be For she is a robot
( This is the first stage of a poem that highlights society's passive-aggressive behavior towards the individual and the ingrained idea of feminine perfection)
This is not a suicide note
It's a cruel world You don't wear the right clothes Judged. You our don't wear make up, Judged You do wear make up, Judged. You you don't look like a model Judged.
If a house "divided" against itself cannot stand Then how is ours still running With handwriting on the wall in pen, Saying it's each other we are shunning? Society changed us
Strength is something not many people have Courage is something many people lack Belief is something most of us claim
We have the words to change the nation Voice that will bring to life a whole new creation Within us are our ideas, thoughts and feelings there lies in its own station
On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations
Her ship is sinking, it's now 20 feet below. It's already submerged with only one place to go. Down in the murky depths where the light doesn't show. Her passion is gone, now stagnant, as the water ceases to flow.
People will believe things that they choose to believe Most don't see the reality behind what their eyes show them Then again, we can't change the way they are When in fact, this is how we believe what people really do
I'm trapped in a room where the door is always open When I try to flee I find a sadder story has been awoken For I have wondered into yet another cell Only a grander stage in which to scream and yell
Just a few years ago I can see this change How drugs, sex and drinking took the reins
Everything is awesome when.. We work together to change our society We stop focosing on a fake diety. We focus on success and not failure. everyone is supportive of one another
Leaves are brown, the sky is gray, How did things end up being this way? I look around to see no one around,
Challenges that we face Promises that we break The things that we have witnessed Survival of the fittest Challenges that we met Promises that we kept To those who were defied
be this. be that. be one thing. be another. BUT FOR GOD SAKE, DON'T BE DIFFERENT AND DO NOT BE THE SAME. be happy. be confident. be you. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE BETTER THAN PEOPLE
Crayola, crayon, color. It’s nice, pretty, and one of its own nothing will be like it.
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
You can be stoic or Mesozoic,Euphoric or prehistoric,A philosophic sage orA hot tropic age yetThe fossils of your past,In the striations of your heart,Unveil the truth at last—
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
Love blooms like pretty eyelashesunsuspecting fly landsvicious Venus snaps her preyrips him to shredssucks him dryheartlessa carnivorous plant! .
Peel off my layersas we flip through feelingslike perusing some brain file.You're so indiscriminatewith your oh-so-inconsequentialattitude seething mythical fury.When real love flees
He told me if I want change I have to be the change.Anything else is insanity.I just wanted four quarters for my dollar. .
Like some monument to comfortyou shirk dutyyoustroll the reckless streetson some shapely saunter throughthe pages of a mystery novelyouwindow shop for marvels
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
In cold varietal fashionWith stone-faced disregardShe sashays the runway of hungry eyesWith a made up heartAnd painted faceExposed to all in frilly laceThe cover under where she'll hide
He stared at the mirror untilhis reflection moved differentthus revealing his enemythis doppelganger hiddenbehind his dresser glass.He punched—shattered itscattering this entity into
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
There was a fundamental disconnectas he thrust out his hand to shakemine and missed three feet wide.One eye looked off left and the otherseemed to stare right through me.
I felt the burly city too,Of brick and horns and sirens,Of rusty metal and broken glass,Of monolithic stone reachingFor the underside of space,And despite the raw strength of it all
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
Observing the vestiges of common humanity I am engulfed in processes that are reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation was predominantly a matter of undiscovered science converging into a
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent mineralitycompounding the granite wall
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
We are at a point in history where we aren't afraid to be free No more asking "is it okay to be me?" Women now have the right to voice their opinion in what they say Even though we are still working on equal pay.
I'd rather be a free, black sheep of a soul or stiffer than a piece of coal than be bound at the neck, wrist, and ankles by the chains of labels and stereotypes
Society is lost,
Woman- what does it mean? Tall, fat, skinny, short; why not smart, compassionate, or witty? I know I know, boys will be boys, they will think and speak crude talk, but can't they be taught that We are more?
Society is a silent killer- Creeps up on you with preconceptions Draws its barbarous comments And strikes down on your imperfections. That hits you into despondency
we grew up with Barbie dolls, princesses, baseball and football stars
God please help me i feel sick to my stomach, i wanna fall on my feet, but im a man so i dare not weep, and please help me through my struggles and help my get through the night cause sometimes i feel like theres no point to life.
It's not my right to judge, Its not my right to judge someone's sexual preference
A piece of paper That's all it is So much pomp and circumstance preparation & pride for a flimsy declaration that can be burned, and earned by the bottom of the barrel
Walk, and keep your head down. Don’t look up, don’t look back. Don’t go fast, don’t go slow. Just walk. Keep your head down. Some people claim they’re ‘free’ And that they can ‘help you’
Its Insanity out there, in the world, in this society we know, we love, we created. That we allow ourselves to be hated, by each other by others by something we created.
White wings, golden paths to evil Love extricated from retrieval Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
Isn’t it a shame that we depend on what others think?
I saw you lying prostrate in your bed of bones and crumbs
I stand before the mirror And all I see is an error A bloody X across my being Telling me this ain’t worth seeing.
Why are we fighting? Why are we rioting? Why are we dying? Why is this happening? Why do we hate? Why do we hide? Why are we blind? Why not be kind?
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
The crippling fate of reality has made me use a mask as my barrier
I’m living with this unholy farce Hidden so high away in the sky Where the birds soar Above our heads Many maniacs have acted before me
Many words have been unspoken between you and I memories good and bad unheard of. A bond that has been torn. To my mother, I say to you. I forgive you.
They drive me like a clean cut Lambo down the A1A with my hair in the wind insane. They make me like a dishwasher violently correcting with the voice hitting the ceiling angry.
The common place routine fornicates foul truths of the mundane. We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Caricature they remain for they haven’t purity. Streaked thoroughly with grime and mud A downcast shadow shall remain their possession. No one respects those that do not follow in line
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold, Enter this world as you are, Not as you are told- That you should be. Because that is not you, It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
I was a deer stopped dead in its tracks. My head pounding;
Are you afraid of the dark? Of silence Of stillness Of nothingness The vast emptiness U try to make out shapes in the blank space Can you see it I see everything
I Got My Flowers Today
We are all just specks On the dirty, dirty hands
I wonder how long does it take
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write. Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
How dare you ask me who I would be without all these stereotypes? Don’t you know that society has already defined me. Don’t you know that because I am female my main goal is to be beautiful.
Outside the window, a woman is beaten upon,
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but Delicate bones and pearly whites My essence captured through awkward captions and My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
I am a nice ass,
Who am I I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky What makes me unique My personality, I think I am a little bit of everything All rolled into someone who cannot sing I feel the music in my body though
You look in the mirror, Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see. But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
Without a care in the world I stare at the lens in front of me,what has become me Behind the lens you will find the real me, not the one I appear to be It's inside out, without a twist of doubt whats becoming of me, you see
I’m always complimented on my perfectly golden skin. My bronze hue holds the Flawless’ secret in an imperfect world
And so the hairy fat ape raped the puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile, Was it not enough, You have put my entire life on trial, I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
Society Creates and society destroys It molds and shapes the person you strive to be Striving to be an individual yet falling into the hole that was created
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
Everyone makes mistakes, That is inevitable. Everyone has flaws, I know this to be true.
Hidden behind photos and many filters, There's something about me thats a little off-kilter. I try to be me, but I'm caught in a snare, But what makes me me, society doesn't seem to care.
I walk alone sometimes. you may ask me how i am, i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me. I walk alone sometimes. it does not bother me,
You were born.
Who are we? Who is me? What do I see, When I look at he? I see a guy Who lives in a time Where everyone preaches individuality Be yourself Dont judge Be unique
Adults always tell us that they know best They have more experience, and time, they'll attest They feed those words Into our brains Inject that message into our infant veins
Within the consticting walls of social media, I am merely but a single soul, "desperate for attention because I am out of the range of society's normalities." How about you take a closer look before your fill your mouth with judgement.
You think you know me You believe I’m like you Well you couldn’t be more wrong About the subtext of my psychology
Hate is a good thing, When it comes to bad things, But hate is for the next generation. When they look up to rap kings Who promote bad things, gold bling, and diamond rings.
Others talk, whisper, and even push me for the way I look, act, and dress I just shake it off and act like my life isn't a big mess My mom and dad fight almost every night
The evil body shaped serpent shows His red demonized eyes glow Ranting and Raving In realization I’m the one that’s paying God’s what I need in my life is what I ‘am saying Keep me in your prayers
Struggling within something's grasp, Trying to wriggle my way out.
Human 2 humans are such fickle creatures they can never decide they go into something thinking one way and wanting this then by the end thery're thinking the complete opposite
When will people start to care?All around them wrongs are being doneA poem here, a poem thereI now think that people try to stay dumb
People weaponize wordsSentences act as swordsOf society, they're binding chordsOf society, they are your lordsMy self-control will be the death of me
We sit in silence puffing our breath into the frigid air,
Every day I put a mask on my face. I pick out my flaws and try to erase The "imperfections" our society has set. Impossible standards that have yet to be met. So who am I behind the mask?
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
You are irrelevant. Who are you to think that
When I was younger Peter Pan told me to never grow up
Perfectly Imperfect I look in the mirror And what do I see? I see an imperfect girl staring back at me. Many flaws do I have, I hate looking at my face,
Good Enough Many thought rushing through my mind, Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”. Am I good enough? I’m sick of all these images I see.
What is “Flawless”? Like what does it mean? You don’t know, well here is a definition Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect Now tell me are you flawless?
What's nice about me? What do I see? Hell, wouldn't I like to know. The words beauty, flawless, and pretty those aren't words that come to mind
Live the make-believe Congregate falsehoods Hold them up on a pedestal For all to see Lies become truth We need lies To bury reality Live a dream Without the truth
Looking into the abyss What do I see? I see me Wearing my ugg boots And skinny jeans “I am pretty” I say “I am smart” I say “I am me” I say
Looking into the mirror, society stares back. Watching my every move, analyzing every inch. Bite my tongue and hold my words back; smile with closed lips. Constrictions; you cannot wear that.
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space I framed all my smiles and kept them on display I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
Its so easy to lose the meaning of who you are
I am a man stuck in place while others were always told, go ahead or try again
The world is like a parasite,
Buffeted by the impurtuity of the wise, and thought a fool for false reasons-- who is to say that a man is not himself capable for his own short comings?
Where the air flows fresh and crisp And life radiates shades of green And orange and red and colors That run deeper than the scars Of the Earth; Where the grasp of man halts, Giving way to nature,
Time after time people are labeled as things Words of hurt, words that crash dreams Because of how we look, not for what we be But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
Sick of this era’s categorization, overanalyzation, and hasty labeling of human beings. They label us all smoothing stickers over our names,
Take a look around, tell me what you see -
What is human existence?Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
In a generation when kids of all ages are too wo
Green sap oozing from great gashes in trees into paper, furniture, and houses all for human needs like the great stashes of black oil oozing.... into lakes, rivers, and streams
You’re looking in his eyes And you seem to be falling for his lies You can’t seem to see The secrets behind that smile You don’t know That honesty isn’t his style
I take your hand and walk to the ledge Looking over the steep edge Ready for the jump, but not for the fall So here I stand, trying to stall We take a step and look down
Fighting fire with fire Is not very wise But when overcome with hatred Sadness and Demise Eyes get set on erasing Ultimately defacing A person to a thing Losing its self as a being
Full of Flaws Practice. Every single day is devoted to rehearsal and practice. Keep your chin up and smile wide, don't let it fall.
What I see is different how can this be The light in my eyes are a bit brighter than yours My heart beats and thinks lesser than yours I feel like a wildflower in a pool of roses
When the 8 year old girl starts dressing herself as she has seen models on magazines, that's how you know what society has done wrong. When she looks up to others for fashion "inspiration"
Depression stunned me. Altered and changed, The Perception of my mind.
We are designed to love. We are designed to create. We are designed to dream. All we do is destroy. We fill the minds of our young with happy endings. Our intentions are pure
For Losing shall I ever be Great Losing long nights of pain Before they found her Quenching the thirst of my innocece Saturating my pillow from sorrow For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy A girl who's set free someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Taught how to grow and always do right Taught about the world and what we sought Kept close to home and kept safe Shown the wonder of each passing day Waiting for my chance to be my own,
We are the
My name is Ariel. I am me. As happy as can be? Always comparing myself to others I see.
People These Days They are changing like leaves in the fall And they leave you like They don't need you at all...
YES. ALL WOMEN. If my crossing to the other side of the road upsets your fragile ego
They say that beauty
You were born to be real, not perfect and to know in your heart that you are worth it I was born to add to this thing we call life
Today in life people aren't what they appear I look at today and shutter in fear Am I the only one still sincere? Im the only true soul left on this sphere?
Oh look shes a size zero. U G H H, It must be nice to be accepted into this society. Wow, That girls family has the money and the name, S
Filters come, Filters go, Read between the lines, And then, you'll know. Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes, None of it matters at the end of the night,
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
Whether you like it or not I am what I am and say what I say And as each night falls and I wait for each day
Her eyes are the tree bark;Making her face come al
I am not less for the mistakes I have made, but made greater by them. My failings don't me weigh down because I choose to stand on them and elevate myself.
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation. I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Here I am I am here Mentally, physically With love and with fear Myabe Im not the best At that or at this But I show up, and I arrive Which some cannot give
I am but a sidewalk, perhaps one less traveled by.
I am me. I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock". I love learning, but I am not a "nerd". I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy". I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum". I am me.
I AM only in the beginning stages of a tainted substance they call life ,
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit I'm just going to be honest Every inch of me is flawless Vulnerable, anxious
Camera, Camera on my phone. Filter away all my flaws, Surly I do lie, but beauty is key , Without filters, We shine flawless like gems, Now we see eye to lens, Simple beauty,no trends.
Why does the chains of society have a constant need to judge when I am asked to change for what they want it's ok but when I change for what I need it's hard to make happen people constantly let my past decide my future I can't change my past but
Notice all the old folks, hear them say What happened to the kids nowadays? Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs This is the age of the young, wild, and free
If people could read minds what would they see Many people struggling or living happily People wear masks to hide the way they feel
Role modes are role models for a reason In our eyes we see perfection, Admiration, Envy,
I was born in a racing heart beat I inherited a bustling society A system thrown upon me
A gentle hand brings you into this world Gentle arms hold you A gentle smile brings you words of comfort Everyhing gentle makes everything normal until reality hits you
Because of my skin tone I'm considered another ethnicity Because of my skin tone I'm judged for wanting the traditional values of my heritage
the girl they see quiet, shy, sweet, strong, the girl I am. loud, outgoing, smart, deep, I am both girls unfiltered. and im completely happy,
Without a filter I'm just a kid, Without a father and a mother in prison, I've seen some things that you'll never see, Things that make small children scream, But what you can never see,
It starts at the core, t
I'm you perfect barbie doll,I can't be fat have to be small,I'll be perfect for you, it's what you wish,But in the end, I know I'll die from this.For you I guess I'll be
Its a feeling not a knowing. Curiosity and randomness lead me to you. I feel so blue. We are so clueless. Where to begin and where to end.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles,5’6” and 150 pounds,My appearance won’t dictate my success. 1970 SAT, 29 ACT score,4.6 GPA, and 63rd in my class of 500.My academics won’t dictate my success.
I don't show you me, I swear. I'd rather not let you know.
This is impossible My body's heavy My minds tired Theres a constant battle raging in my head Should i do it or should i stay How can i live like this What choice do i have Im not good enough
Your beautiful just the way you are There us no need to wear makeup Don't fake it up Just the way you are You shook the world up Because your are beautiful just the way you are
The world is a mistress of beautiful things But the harsh reality is It also holds ugly things And we have ugly people posing as beautiful people And they press the buttons Leaving the rest of us in poverty
Her eyes are blue Her eyes are bright Her lips are flawless too And her hair is just right Her nails are long and thin Her nose is a perfect width Her skin is considered perfection
Who the fuck am I, you asked.
No filter and no makeup, I feel naked It's hard to admit, I'd rather fake it, Pretend like I'm okay, With the small acne scars on my face, The way all my hairs don’t naturally fall into place,
Who am I beyond the mask?Behind the facade is a woman.Why I am no different than you.
Who is me beyond what they see Doing what I can for the perfect selfie Lip gloss on, hair curled slightly Making sure my imperfections is unsightly Who is to say who is me Who is me beyond what they see
Mr. Imperfection why don't you tell me bout all your perfections and why you ain't got none. Tell me how you think you're gonna make it in this world if you're not the best of what you are
Adopted at birth, I now know the truth. I figured it out, you could say I'm a sleuth. Friendly and happy, a sweet shy kind of guy. Describes my essence and I'l try to show why.
Never did I think the world would see me Behind the flowing stems of roses
I never grew up in poverty or tragedy
I am a dork, I am silly, I am beautiful without makeup. I have a heart of gold, I am smart, I am a hardworker. Without a filter, I am all these things, And I love it.
I am Many things. I am blonde. I am tall. I am smart. Sure... I am those things. But you know what else? I am other things too. I am things that you don't know. I am fat.
WIthout the filters, Without the perfect lighting, Who is that girl? She looks hidden by makeup Or the facade of social media, But who is that girl?
When the clouds clear and the curtains are drawn, you get to witness the person that is truely beyond. No glitz, no glamor, nor artificiality present what you see is honestly-just me.
Smooth skin, Thin waist, This is who I want to be. Crop the image, Add a filter, And there it is; the new me. See the smile? See the hapiness?
I am loud without warning I am goofy without restraint I hurt without laughs
When we walk on the street
Hi. My name is. It's nice to meet you. Insert uncomfortable smile. Awkard eye contact. Nervous stutters like I'm on trial. The continuingly interrupting silence makes my brain go into overdrive.
Blood pools At the end of the stairway Caressing me Welcoming me Into eternity I fall and shatter Into millions of fragments So that nobody Can ever uncover Me again
So innocent so dainty so lost in a world full of imbeciles and creatures people who don't respect themselves what wounds can cut deeper than the ones done to oneself
Silent and still in her darkness she observed The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed. The stars jarred and jerked Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.
Every aspect of my life has Always been a splintered crack between myself and who I wanted to portray. It wasn't my fault. I just wasn't good enough. I was not satisfied with who I was,
To be honest, Society, It's the worst, And it's the best.
The culture believes if sh
I stand at the horizons of other men,
I have two faces but I only show one No one knows my true face, none All you can see is my mask Nobody even cares to ask Who cares? My real face shows my trepidation
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
I was handed a mask at a very young age. Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
You're beautiful. You're inspiring. You're flawless. I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you. I don't know if you'll talk to me. You'll never like me. I'll never be you.
Talking about The true me you ask. Well that’s a very difficult task; For I have lived by the view of society That I forgot who I truly am; Piety For I taught myself a bold one, ready to stare at the night
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
I look to the ground at my feet,avoiding the looks from society;I feel like a cheat;I’m overwhelmed from my anxiety;My flaws are showing.
You are just stupid if you think you can read my mind. I'm an evil rebel with a third eye wide. You thought I was blind!!! well, I can put words in your mind and make you forget your pride.
Decorating her mind with the things she loved. It was her room, her sanctuary; where she hid her trust Its corner consistently gathering its dust
Life is but a hoax A fable without moral that tries to coax You into searching for a better day While the choir and congregation all say With their passionless rhyme About the death of passing time
The retinas target the illusions,
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine. My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving. I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
A fallen angel with a broken wing Still she manages somehow to sing Though her song is sweet It's full of sorrow Wasted yesterdays with a promise for tomorow She fell for love
Out of the millions who reside Earth I am no different Fairly tall enough to help when possible Light chocolate skin that should not be judged
The world is full of hate drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know women are starving to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create children are bullied
Woke up one day,ready for a change, trying to dream those disney dreams. A bippity boppity boo and my dream would come true, id look like a princess, or maybe even one of those perfect cartoons.
Full of flaws or rather deprived of it? Perfection in one or an endless search to reach it, Pondering on things that make me unique, Blurs the reality of who is the real me, In life we’re given two options,
Admire what you see Mirror or none For which everything that you see Beauty is none What makes things beautiful Thoughts or emotions Either one is powerful But without people's creations
As I look in the mirror I see something clearer
i made it a day without you and looks where its got me I'm covered in filth and there's no one to stop me
I want them to know who I am, but dont. I want to be heard and seen.
There’s never a day we go without social network Social sites create many ways for people to make friends “Double tap for a TBH”- Instagram, Retweet for a S/O- twitter
To Be A Woman In America means to be scared when you walk down the street means to have to fight twice as hard to get just as much means to have to listen to rape jokes and not start an uprising in the middle of class
Pure white porcelain
Darkness Is all I can see Death Is all I dream Happiness Has long since faded away Struggle Each and every single day Mind Is slowly turning to dust Pain
We have all been stopped We have all felt What is thought to be This feeling called loved The has invaded us And stopped us in out tracks That has stopped us from all Stopped us from seeing
People decided to shun So he turned to the
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you see the homeless on the street? How can you walk with your head held so high when an innocent mother never got to tell her child goodbye.
I can't be perfect you see I don't have the key of all the things I could be I just want to be me I can't impress you You judge me like I'm new They all judge me to at whatever I do
Am I enough? To be considered beautiful, naturally. Naturally with acceptable flaws. Being 17 in a media-controlled world can either go left or right. Am I enough? To make mistakes and be forgiven. Still be human.
Demons go up to me suddenly talking nonsense,i am like God is this real?He nods and says revelation apocalypse, so i kneel and ask for strength to hold on to the throne because i know when people hear this demons won't leave me alone.Heaven is my
It started when I was young. Teased by my family. Move you fat cow, you're blocking the TV.
The day I asked myself am I really this person inside, Am I covering up the truth? Is there anything to hide. Blinded by other people's expectations, focused on unexpect fear.
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true. Our apperance can be deciving, Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
She sat there in disbelief, The things they had written were so malicious. She read the words on the screen: Whore, slut, bitch.
I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
Our eyes are once again forced open by the sound of a beeping alarm. Morning has stolen our precious sleep.
Welcome to western society. The civilized man. The one with the answers The reason we stand The reason we fight. . The reason we judge others and assume we are right.
1 in 5.
Society fucks us all,And we let our ears see it all!
Looking forward to that last year in highschool. Ready to let go and graduate.
At an early age we are tought that
I see women. I see thunder thighs and freckles, muffin tops, rib cages, a birth mark that covers the length of her collar bone
Used to being left alone, Watching the sand turn to stone,
He says you're not pretty, your breasts are too small, and your butt - nonexistent, He says you're borderline ugly, so you believe him, and you can't say you don't because you do,
numbness is not romanticpain is not beautyand struggling is not beautiful
children are innocent until they're introduced into this society and all the pain takes their innocence the insolence and villainous these young kids, they have such vigilance
Living in a society filled with hate;Where People are judge by gender, ethnicity, and race.Hateful words storm through the air;As I stand in silence with a disgusted face.
A young girl just twelve years old sees a guy from a few feet ov
Who’s that girl? The one who always has her hand stretched up high in the air. Everyone knows that she has something to say, a comment, possible a question, or even a witty remark. She is so charismatic!
This world. Yes. This one The one you're a part of Is dying The United States falls The Middle East quarrels The world is gripped by panic, and fear Pestilence War Poverty
My tears have begin to dry, but I can still hear the whispers as I walk by. Though loud as a dog's bark, it's as quiet as mouse's yawn. They see me, but not my pain.
Little girl's tears run down a red cheek All she ever heard is "You are such a freak!" Sitting quietly with metal death in her hand With a lot of fear and nothing more to stand
I cry for the ones i love.
How come everytime i turn around People are worried about others opinion? How come everytime i turn around People are dying Dying cuz they are scared to be themselves Scared cuz the world is soo cruel
Day in and day out we search for answers, for solutions to problems no ones asked us to solve, for reasons behind already proven facts like "Why does the sun leave us every day?"
Beyond the shadowy, pitch-black night, A new morning's beacon begins to ignite, Now dawns a day in which you will see, The people's will has set them free. For all I want to give this nation,
You hear the whispers. Your hear the rumors. Everyone is talking. Everyone is judging.
Society is slowly falling. What has the world become? All I see is hate, Where is the love?
Cracks shine through the sides only to be left A dark cloud comes through, a dissapointment They expected something different not theft Not suddenly drained of their excitement
A movie is playing Inside my mind The type I’ve come to expect Not bygone moments Captured in the essence of time No, These are the instants Which have not occurred Or may never at all
Tweedle-Dee, tweedle-dum. She lays there likes a drum, as he's pounding into her. Treating her like no one. This goes on every night, and days when Aunty is away. He rapes her and beats her, forcing her to stay.
You think you are safe you think you are sound- A place where many are not found for what they want is not what they need- but they search on in this unfamiliar place.
flooding with ignited thoughts ---you don't have to do this tons of pressure push you to the ground ---please don't stress is the leash that tightens its grip ---I will listen, I promise
No one notices how you cry at night. No one notices how your heart aches through the day. No one notices your depression.
You Make me see, see the acne,
People say I'm happy, that I'm never without a smile. I bet those people would be pretty surprised to find that I used to spend nights wishing to die. There is a mask that every person fakes,
I would change nothing Our world is the way it is A higher purpose
Sweet and kind outside Still sweet inside Stll lingering is a desire for solitude Behind My Hidden Mask Passion as an artist The thirst of a scholar The pen of a writer Behind my Hidden Mask
Modesty...What exactly is it?
I remember the first time we had sex. How you asked me if we’d ever get the chance. You said you’d tell me your “number” As if that’d be enough to convince me,
Behind this mask, No one can tell, How I play this role so well, Behind this mask, Things you would never believe, Stuff your eyes will never conceive,
something i thought for a while now,
No one's perfect, and everyone carries a mask. Scoiety's specific and judgemental, you can never do anything right. However, I think it's time, for people to unveil themselves.
I'm custom-built to expectationA situational chameleonBut no one knows,Because what they see is only what I show them
Look all around you Do you see the darkness child? Devouring us all...
They shout, we are human They shout, we are people too They shout, we love just the same as you They shout, we aren’t an accident
Behind my smiles My good deeds My leadership My love for others Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me Who seek my guidence Behind all that i am I am paranoid
Everyone knows, When they speak to me... Everyone knows My story. They know, They know, Of my travels Of my sexuality Of my hopes Of my abuse Of my greatest achievements
The tree laughs Children play below On a hot summer day so slow The tree is shade And the tree likes offering aid The tree smiles A couple look deeply into each other's souls
I crept through the halls; head down, bones protruding from my flesh; admiring those who have not been consumed by this angst I had burning inside of me. For years, I hid behind glasses of water
I live in a society of broken dolls, With broken voice boxes, Repeating words they can’t understand, Saying what they can’t mean. Parroting hopes and dreams of no one in particular,
you see the color of my skin and think that i am a threat. maybe because im taller, darker, and how my people were beat and treated like pets. i got black hair, brown eyes, and a decent mind set.
To my audience who never gets to see To the me who doesn't want to be Behind the curtains, behind the scenes To put on a show I know exactly the right words to say when to say it how to say it
Smile and wave, laugh at the jokes, If only they knew it was all a hoax. Perfect hair, Shiny nails,
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 solemnly swear I will love you forever, I sincerely hope that you love me too. You say you do? I love you, too. I solemnly swear you're mine for always,
You always say “fake it ‘till you make it” i wish i didn’t have to fake it i work every day to please others
I hide behind the mask of So
You told me I couldn't You called me stupid You made a "what not to do" example out of me And here I still stand Can a stupid kid graduate high school with a certificate in Graphic Design?
Carefully, she wraps herself in her very own, invisible cloak, one just like how Harry Potter had except not quite For only the innermost layer of her being is hidden, the one she’d only show when she was at home
The souls of masses wander lost among,
I Am Not Who I Am. By: Reid Davis The day is full of masked faces and fake smiles Being decepted for miles and miles But when the light dissapears And we're safe in our beds
When will my body ever be good enough?
Face the Facts.
Face the Facts.
Life is full of them The base that we all believe It maybe easy
Something that was given at birth Because It fits YOU
A petal is a petal A road is a road Then how come I am not you and you are not me Why do I hide? why do I fear my moves? is it cause I fear your thoughts? I dance to your beats
Understand that not everyone is the same when you think about it where did people get the "standard" for criticizing people since when did not wearing brand name clothes become the definition of
Deception and perfection are society's traits. One we love, the other we hate. It's sad how we can love one, but not the other When really they both work together. Society tells us that we need perfection
You see me ,but you do not really see the true me.
Be yourself Not like that Speak your mind Using these guidelines Express yourself How we allow you to Doublethink Before uttering a sound Rethink your idea
The clouds have veins, at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges, and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
We are never the people we were meant to be. Bruised, torn, and can't be altered by therapy. For our brains are damaged, Brainwashed indeed. By the ones we love And by those we never see.
Haiku Freedom to express Invigorates the suppressed. Love's blind, not distressed.
“Why? It’s too much.” Why ask me again? I already told you. Red skinned, sweet sweat lines our noses My ankle propped on yours, Eyes quizzing the other’s. We don’t have the money. “But why?”
Society doesn't hate you because you try. Society hates you because you refuse to blindly follow. People who feel with the core of their being, who scream at unrighteous dealings...
Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. You’d never guess; we hardly let it show. In fact, I say, neither would they. They can’t tell, themselves. We’re blind and dumb,
A smile held by paper clips, is cracking near the seams. Marble eyes that grin and sparkle,
I look in the mirror You know what I see? Such an unhappy girl Staring back at me. She sits and she stares Waiting for something to change Too much darkness to bare That nests in her brain.
Get lost in the music It's the only place you can escape society The only place you can escape society's double standards To be yourself, and to coform I can't be myself if I conform
He said I was fine But I told his ass no He grabbed my behind But I told his ass no He said come on look at that dress But i told his ass no He said I know you a freak just give it up
Lies taste so sweetThe smell lin
I love to read I CAN'T READ
I want to dance and cry and scream, In memory of all the things we think are better forgotten. "Forgive and forget", they say. Forgive, by all means forgive, But, please don't forget?
I am beyond forgettingForgetting about loveLossOr any other emotion or feeling.I am beyond forgettingForgetting who I amTrulyOr who I was.I am beyond forgetting
And if it's
Hi Annie Hi my name I am unique and very passionate about God I'm very bright in all I do I learn about love at the age 16 . love is God Love makes peace Love is truth Love is bright
Daily, Two sisters Meet at the mirror The mirror that contains nothing else but sorrow and pain Their eyes don't like what they see Both thinking "She doesn't know what it's like to be me"
What's a little white lie without a little fun Because 'Fun' is what life is about Nothing matters as long as you're having a good time I'll be a 'Her' instead of 'Me'
Well I've been sitting around lately
I put up a front, and i don't mean to be so blunt, but the curtain is for me. I can't look at society.
If a girl hits the floor because she hasn't eaten in three days But she's still fat Does she even make a sound? We see eating disorders and depression and anxiety Through the fucked up lense of television
Often, I'm precieved from a distance, as this average girl. I've always been this very shy, a self confomative young lady. I hope to leave a legacy. I don't wish for wealth or popularity.
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
makeup is a breakup and makeup is a lie
Would if I saidthe chain of commandacross the barron,naked landwas nulled.Stopped by one, to standso high and mighty;Man.Suppose the theoryof God is true
Do I look like
Why don't they jump rope anymore?
When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart." And so I did. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Cussed. Spit. Hated. (Are you proud of me?)
When I walk into work the air is cloying The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air, The whipping of sugar has begun in the back Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head slow and steady whir and buzz What labels on those gears, dear
Where is the wisdom now lost? Is convenience really worth the cost? Books replaced for screens and instant streaming; Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Love means...? I love him till that last star stops shining Bet you, he don't love you like that. Mac, your best friend It hides your scars everyday Your girls tell you,
Thousands of stories fill the pages of the newpaper. Thousands of stories stream through the news. But not one is about the girl with demons in her head The one who was called dozens of names
Just a shy girl waiting Waiting to be noticed.
You have to choose. I can't. You have to. But I can't. Because there are so many choices. So many paths I could take.
1 step forward, 3 steps back. There is an everlasting war of the world. The fight to stay relevant at such a fast pace, the attempts and wants to be desired by others, eventually brings us to our downfall.
The wall is there Looming tall and divine. Built from the bricks of adversity, Which bake in oven of pressure and worry. The wall is part of life.
I want to be successful, make a change in this world. I want to be successful not just for the diamonds and pearls. I want to be successful for my family.
What is fear? A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain? A threat that is real? Or imagined? The feeling or condition of being afraid.
When did this world become full of greed, wealth, and giving cruelty to the ones that don't have it? How do we give a raise to politicians, and leave our troops with no breakfast to eat?
We are looked at as misled, misguided.. When really, it's these kind of people who save us all. The broken ones are the true heroes, not wanting any recognition. Selflessnes is their virtue,
In today’s world, one of the hardest things to be in life is a woman.
See the people in the streets, barely any clothes on their backs and no shoes on their feet. They have nothing but empty bottle packs
The world's a pitch black room. I dance through this room, Eyes closed, but my mind wide open. Birds chirp, trees sway in the wind. My mind runs as wild and free As the stream that flows beneath my feet.
Judgement on this world Society truth. Hatred. suffering the Lies
A loving embrace: yang Lonely and chooses: yin A slap to the face: bang Bottles and bruises: gin
Some words can be traded, but not taken back Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished, So for the future of us, let’s set our words right before our goals.
You don’t know the rea
She saw this girl but didn't think much of her. Then she would start seeing her around a lot. Randomly they had a conversation which felt right. They started talking and instantly had a connection.
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
Our culture has created a monster. Society says that to be pretty you have to be thin, blond, blue eyes, etc. My little sister doesn't think she's pretty enough. She wants to dye her hair, lose weight, etc.
(In the structure of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe)
There's a girl with a nice shape, long hair and a small waist; living in today's society your only considered beautiful if you're under an size eight.
My Insecurities/Tearing my own skin/Drowning in my own thoughts/I am the creation of wonders/Rebuild my body, mind, and soul/Write out my demons/And tear the paper instead
I once knew a girl,
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
we say ignorance is bliss hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society do you see it? news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
I see my world through my eyes, We're all given life but everyone dies. You might be blue and i could be pink, But that diference should'nt influence how we think. We could hear something and swear its the truth.
one day when all has been made dust shattered into oblivion destroyed in rubble and ash we will be no more. i will not remember you, and you will have bones in your blood and guts in your skin.
We are all full of small impossibilities consumed with improbabilities engulfed with insecurities drowning in false remedies which complicate the falacies questioning the possibilities
I see sparks fly Moon light
In the darkness you will find my heart, or what is left after i fall apart. it's only natural to fall off the edge once more it's happened everytime before. In the daylight you find my soul
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not? We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
H appine ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
I. I am saturated in vivid hues Painted by my culture, A life I didn’t choose, Mere stone formed into a sculpture. These decisions are not mine, A stranger’s language spoken,
I live in a lost generation, Where everyone is lost and mindless. Where young girls’ ideas of beauty Come from photoshopped images on magazine covers. I live in a lost generation,
Do onto others what would be you. To change another would be to change oneself. To change their actions, their minds, their personality, the "being" in which they are. To change one,
Clipping coupons for a retail dream,
I won’t let thinking paralyze me, make moments mere drizzles of joy. Life has a lot of things to ponder, but happiness is something I shouldn’t ask myself about. Then why are sunsets lackluster,
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
What loathsome things We humans effectuate! A rape in the alley- A murder in the street- Our minds be feeble. Our hearts be faint. Kidnappings are common- Child abuse; despair-
Gay. G. A. Y. G as in "God hates you." A as in "abomination." Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?" "There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say "It doesn't matter that you're gay."
The lights, the dancing lights Look at the view Young lady Look at the view There’s an open world out there But it’s closed off to you You need money Still, avarice is a sin
I have felt the burden she carries
You are so smart, They say. So much potential, They say. You'll be great, They say. Just get your test scores up, They say. 32 isn't good enough.
Where am I? The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask. Let me out. I can barely breathe. I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
Why do people insist on doing things their own way? Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just? Too many people follow along the paved path Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
I am the same inside.
I would change the way people look at me because I'm not skinny, or pretty, or a lighter skin tone I would change the way people look at me because I speak my mind
In our world today
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
Smells like Teen SpiritWashing up on the shoreTangled in sins, drums that beat no more Feels blueReaching into my chestReleasing my heart from my breast
Lock and Load, Cupid shot his shotgun at me
I'm not really a pessimist, Though it might seem so here. I really am an optimist With a couple fears. I want everyone to be happy, And I sure know they're not.
The problem with society Is everyone wants to famous Nobody cares how Nobody knows why Nobody cares just how they get there We all want those fancy hollywood houses Showing them off on MTV
Originality is dead Our generation has conformed to the regularities of its society
When a girl loses her virginity, Why do we act like she’s lost her dignity? The very fact that we say she’s lost something seems to suggest That by having sex her value is somehow less
The chains are gone, and I can finally walk
I have been taught To dream, But not in excess, To hope, But not so much, To fight, But not too hard, Because maybe, I will find The backbone to burst out
Beautiful. An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women. Beauty.
Pre-existing alliance aiming towards the win. One last breath until the end. Impulsive triggers silence life,
When things got bad my dad said to me, “It goes in cycles. You have ups and you have downs, and in betweens, and it’s all going to happen whether you like it or not, because it’s a tough life.
I am who I am. This I cannot change I try to fit the molds of other people I want to please others, But when I try, I am unhappy. He says I should be a doctor. A doctor.
YesAllWomenA hashtag to empower those who feel the victim of a man's world.The revolutonaries pound at the door, demanding entrance to the castle of man.Threatening to storm the fortress and take what is theirs,
Why are you trying to knock me down?I am expressing myself!The world needs to know that this is me!
Who is she?
It’s not just the representation That there’s a problem with our generation. We joke about things like masturbation
Do you want to believe? Do you hear the way she screams as he rips the dress from her pure beautiful skin.
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me You speak loud words of nothing
Girl with blue eyes and a horrible past. I never thought I’d see a girl run so fast. She wasn’t afraid to show some skin She was an embarrassment even to her kin She kissed whoever she pleased
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act. It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
There is this universal belief
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
If a child throws a fit in the store, If a man drinks, drives, and wrecks, If the rainforests are being depleted,
The kids inside the walls become adults While The kids outside the walls become adults And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum So they don't have to feel
You can be free, But not too free. You can say what you want, But here’s the script you need to read from. You have your own thoughts and opinions, But only what we implant.
I want you to know that I can't breathe when you are around I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love; It constantly consume me And just as You tear down my branched breaths of air;
I want you to know that I cant breathe when you are around I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love; It constantly consumes me And just as you tear down my branched breaths of air;
Such a young age they begin to ask What do you want to be when you grow up? Adults want to see how their society will be shaped. We're five we want to be our parents and our heros.
We teach tolerance. What a disgusting word. "Tolerate". A word that one spits out, like a bad taste you can't wash away. Better wash your hands, it makes you dirty.
Is it now that you notice? Is it now that you care? They may have cleaned the scene but the tragedy is still there Embedding its whispers into the ears of the ones who before hadnt cared is it now that you notice?
Some people dont deserve the life they live meet tanya shes thirty-six, with three grown kids saby fathers absent claimed that they aint his so he up and left for his next mistress
Love has rusted away
The daunting height of human creation Rises to the sky a callous cultivation Of unbridled and unyielding fallacies
I sit here so simply under the cottonwood trees Resting and wondering, What's out there for me? A world so vast and so much to see Yet I remain under the cottonwood trees
It’s so frustrating You’re suffocating on Societies poison of thoughts and decisions You want to be prestigious so you study its artificiality like it’s a religion I still wonder why nobody listens
I'm with Biology
Today I woke up feeling grateful And for what? I don't have the fanciest clothes, nor the richest house
She calls you in the middle of the night he calls you only looking for a fight people somehow manage to live that kind of life from the privilaged to those that struggle
Of all the world we live in and all the time we have been given, we have yet to find our sage. Lack of wisdom, originality, kindness, and individuality and way to much consumption in this day of age.
To be heard is a dream A want, a wish, a need. To be heard is a thought That leads to loss and confusion amongst. Who would listen to a naive girl
Why is it that men are better than women?
Easily, everyday becomes every other day, always becomes maybe, then our love becomes astray.
Repeat on repeat i cannot think why is it that can't is always on my mind is it because i feel dead inside i know i cannot hide from the facts that when i look up to the skies my heart feels dry do i belong?
Repeat on repeat i cannot think why is it that can't is always on my mind is it because i feel dead inside i know i cannot hide from the facts that when i look up to the skies my heart feels dry do i belong?
What do you see when you look at me? Can you tell where i've been or what I can be? As you look at my face is there even a sign? That could give you one glimpse in to thoughts only mine?
A beast is all that I am. Nothing is all that I have.
Why Is it that everything I did upset you? Am I just not as perfect as you wanted me to be? I listened to every word you said,
I walk among a crowd, All moving in one direction. To the right, to the right, to the right, They chanted. Suddenly I saw a person stopped walking, So I stopped and thought for a second.
Depression is a widow's veil. A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind. It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
To tweet, or not to tweet - that is the question: Is it wiser to follow the crowd, sharing my every thought and action Or stand alone above the fray. To tweet, to expose - my personal life-
-Redefine beauty. Extract all the melanin from my skin, or add just a bit more to yours and let's see what difference it makes in our personalities. No change.
My eyes burn fro me the tears that never stop. While my hearts aches from the pain of betrayal. Some days go with out the pain and tears. While some days they are still there.
I don't need your anger or your hate. I don't need your rampant misogyny. I don't need any of that. None of us do. Those people didn't need it either. Lives cut short on a savage whim.
Not everything works Like it used to when We were young Disease fills us Disorders rot our minds and We’re never cured Anxiety creeps up Fire that you ignore but Can’t put out
Left and right I feel offended because in the shadows and undetected are words that pierce and are directed at my womanhood and role that society elected When I walk near men I feel inspected
America is my home In no small way am I alone but we don't want to be acting like fools, so American society has to set a rule: I watched a video of a man
I will not be defined by what size I wear I am not fat I am thick
You’re not socially awkward Nor are you any sort of awkward But, what’s awkward is When you say that you are When you know damn well you are not.
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight Millions more are covered by the night Bodies of humans rot underground As the world continues to spin around
Different we all are Similar we appear to be Perfection is a star An unreachable image we can see A personal paradise… Something we’ve always craved for A perfect world so nice…
If you tell me some guy is “a dick”, I will inform you that no, his name is Charles. If you go on to say that Charles is “happy to see me”, I’ll wonder how you know. His roll of mints, the pencil,
I'm afraid to walk down a streetor into a gas station to pay for my gas.I swing my keys and prepare for a battlejust to go and grab a coffee.The fear that lies within every girl
To be heard, is to be loved to be heard is to be loved.
Out here, it's just you and me No one telling us who to be The moonlight and the stars shining so bright embrace us as we embrace each other
Sometimes I think it’s hard being fifteen
Beauty is more than what appeals to the eye It's more than a hairstyle, an outifit, or makeup Beauty is what lies within the body, mind, heart and soul It is not being a size zero and exposing your assets
I write because of society Because my clothing says more about my consent, than my mouth does Because you're not as pretty if you're a plus Because society tells me not to get raped
I am tired of this façade Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity. Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
Have you ever lay silently still and listened to the sound of an orchestrated piano solo play peacefully in your ears and wonder how something seemingly so simple can be so beautiful?
Just think happy thoughts. Your day will go just fine until one person pisses you off. They treat you like shit. They make you feel like an outcast. What is wrong with society today?
Filled with judgement, we live our lives sensored by what people think and others' motives. Why? How come we express ourselves by the standards at which people set?
Society Says this! Society says that!
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for? How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Hey, there I’m a nerd Better yet, I’m a geek I actually read for the fun of it I like going to school I’m pretty smart (most of the time) I wear solid black glasses
You'll never know How desperately I always wanted to grow up When my parents wouldn't let me act up Only telling me to hush up, Cause the kid I was, was never good enough.
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES. They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
My English teacher once asked,
IT’S A girlThe three deadliest words in the world.So many keep disappearing just because of the flip of the coin.
The word “smart” is a curse word.And like all other curse words it has synonyms.
Social Media Facebook - Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
Life is like a shadow by Aymin ShataraWe chase it,it runsWe stop,it comesSun up , we goSun down, we comeNever stop, we want it bad
We live in a world where society rules most of us We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
They say that everyone has this feeling somewhere deep down inside. And that even the most difficult to get to have it as well. This feeling that depends on trust and friendship That develops over time.
True love isn't as easy to find,
Society is a copy machine Everyone is becoming the same It will change our world.
You say you want WOLD PEACE but your not willing to fight for the one thing you believe you think its impossible for the sun to shine on everyone a the same time I believe
Perfect hair and perfect skin
I am A ship without a captain. I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides It pushes and pulls me softly... Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls, Just as I always have.
In my world that's compromised.No one sees the pain I'm in,They willingly accept the grin I give them.But behind these walls I am safe.Safe from myself and the world of hate.Yet my fortress is cracked.
Tears fill my eyes, while pain fills my heart
Something's missing from your history books. Cinderella is far from a fabel, And Disney's a money-hungry liar. Her name was actually Daji Mei Fang. The clock struck twelve, she lost her left slipper.
The world does not revolve around you If so then the sun would shoot down like rain on a window pane Tap Tap Tapping on your skin until you blister and boil Oh such pain that i'll never know
Shallow as a puddle of tears blurred lines with black smears no one sees what's underneath no ones seen that girl in years Superficial beauty style overly painted little smile skimpy, short, tight, or fit
She wears: Skimpy dress. Tight shirt. Short skirt.
Fuck first semester And financial aid and scholarship applications and just money in general. And the 3.5 I needed if I wanted to come back. And my parents. And money And society for revolving around money
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
We as human beings face troubles. Troubles that were caused by our society. Our sociey puts negative subjects intentionally, and allows US to become influenced by them .
“Oh, hey.” “No, really, it’s okay.” “You can stop moving, I’m comfortable.” “Yes, really I’m fine.” The dirt under my fingernails teases my eyes,
I am the poet, madder red The odd accumulation of odds and ends. Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver My worth is determined by the words I'm giving. But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
What is society To you and me? No, What is society? You and me. Socius, societas, society. Comrade, friend, ally. How far we have come.
Broken child Save her from his grasp She's been here for a while She's growing up too fast
I want it I really do. It is just really hard. I do it because I have to. I wake up every day with a smile on my face. It hopes of one day obtaining what I need. I tell everyone that I will succeed.
Is life one checklist after another? Work hard to achieve or complete one missing puzzle after another. It doesn't seem so at first. Because the pieces get arranged perfectly and handed to you.
What is Society? Society is a group of people who set a standard and everyone that is affected by that standard is apart of that society.
Why am I here? Im tired of being another reflection in your mirror. You tell me not to care what other people think,
The Dream Starts with college and hard work Thats the opurtunity to make millions My paths not cut in clear yet but I know I'm on my way Because greatness is a mind set and that's all you
It’s time we change, isn’t it?
Society is a strange concept. People strive to be normal, without even knowing what normal actually means. What does it mean? Does normal mean to be like everyone else? If so, no one is. Is normal perfect? No one is that, either.
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see, It changes constantly with every glance, Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be. Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
Should I stay, Should I go, Should I pray, Even for a foe? Should I walk, Should I run, Should I talk, Show my ideas a little sun? Should I stand tall, Should I crumble and weep,
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
When will it be Acceptable to simply be Without society expecting so much of me? Get good grades Do community service Be in extra curricular activities When will society let me just be me?
People hurt people. People hurt eachother because they've been hurt by people. People killing eachother over people, afraid to love because the pain caused by people.
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
Society has this standard on "Perfection" But what they fail to realize is- nobody is perfect. The ONLY perfect person to ever step foot on this earth was Jesus Christ.
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans. Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands. A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
beauty we see it everywhere we see it in the eyes of a stranger passing us by on the sidewalk
The ability to touch the sky Fly with the birds the angels A dream of all the flight To fly one must innovate improve Try Try Try Until at last takeoff is achieved
Growing up I never noticed that I was different.
I dreamed of being a super hero To have my name in the headlines every day Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
Once in my life I would like to control someone else's
For as long as I could remember, I wasn't perfect. for as logn as I could remember, I was perfect. I wasn't smart like the other kids, I was smarter than the other kids. I never had big dreams or big goals,
Society hangs over me
When a family was a family, A whole and binding unit, When fathers were fathers and mothers were mothers, A team that stood together for better or worse, Parents who taught their kids respect,
I know this won't be easy,
A woman who is merely beautiful is boring A woman who is beautiful, intelligent, courageous and powerful is more along my cup of tea. I am excited whenever I see her. I am influenced with her every speech.
Green and white clothes with a hat just too big, tiny yellow shoes waiting for the day.
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
If I could close my eyes and count the three, there are certain things I would change about the world around me.
My name is I am I know you don’t know me But are you willing to learn Exactly what I have been through I am who I am and no one will stop me I am six Will anyone play with me
The world is truly made by the sum of all its parts.
I want to change my reflection. The curve of my nose
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
How softly the music plays A minstrel’s tune sways I can only just feel it Brushing along my finger tips Tingling down my spine The world slowly becoming mute Yet feeling so alive
As I wash the dishes I have many wishes Ever Since I started working here My thoughts have started to veer People walk in and out Some are loud and shout They leave their dishes on the table
God teaches us love, Compassion, Grace, Honesty, Patience, God shows us love, That we are all treasures, That we are worth sacrifices, That we are all perfect in His eyes,
Mirroring an image society has given, To be our own individual, Don't listen to what others say. Yet we criticize others,
There are a thousand thing
Heart Poundng Red Blood Inhales, Exhales
How do you choose just one thing to make the world a better place? Do you go big? Or do you go small? Is there one thing that is greater than another? Some things don't make a big difference,
*/ /*-->*/ Tell me Sterling, what is "change?" " A verb; to make or become different. Whether it be yourself
I'm a Math Geek, sure. I've got charisma, too much! Combine them, It's me!
We all blame the magazines Or the models Or the men who tell us we need to Look our best. We check-in on the daily woes Of who And what And where. We tell one another that it’s okay
This is my apology to society Why am I apologizing?because society is not proud of me I'm sorry for not having porcelain skin and long straight hair I'm sorry about all the size two clothing I am not able to wear
Personally I believe
Children growing up too fast Hurrying to have sex before they go to class
Am I considered lucky, to live in this land where I am considered free, or am I considered a prisoner, behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
Deep within each human There is a drive, a need Different fires burn for every man All expressed within a seed A seed that grows with every season
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain When our own hurt is too much to take
Society is the worst Thinking they make the most
I would change society because it blocks reality and clouds perceptions
Our generation has gone insneNo respect from the youngSociety is not to blame.We control our actions butLife styleshave become inapporiateMedia is whats important
Life is like a burning candle soon we will burn away slowly but surely we are not here to stay we were made to be a light and warmth but not to last forever just because we a fading
It’s not just one job; it is a future. Your future. My future. The future of the girl who sits in class with bright eyes that will eventually be dulled by the desk job she will be thrown into.
“Oh no! It’s not the size of your body, it’s the size of your heart.” And your waist, And your face.
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
A dream. A blissful careening feeling, abstract and fickle. My job will be a dream.
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken, To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
No one seems to understand why our society is the way that it is.
The Language of God By: Carrie Olsen I am in a land that is not my own. No one knows what I am saying. Unrestricted, uncensored, I am free. I have a power over them, they do not understand me.
Look around Stay open minded Reach for your dreams No dream is too abstract
To be the best. Not break on impact. So we thought. Will we be alive for equilibrium? Not at this rate. The primal rule supreme. Pleasure and pleasure. This universe,
You start from who you are; Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
People are like clouds. So hopeful to see the world, and what is has to offer. But after time, you get broken down. You get whisped away into a million pieces. No one remembers you
Society tells you to be yourself and love who you are, Then judges you based on what you show him. Skinny is beautiful and desirable, But how dare you be anorexic or bulimic.
We enter this world ready to learn and grow, Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know. While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
Don’t mind me I’m really ok I just don’t want to be awake All I ever do is make mistakes Don’t find me I’m running away I just don’t want to be Someone like me
One Job May Change My Life Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians Becoming someones "hero"
Let’s go to the dawn of creation Where god shaped the nation To roam free and revel in his creation, Molded by his hand he gave man, A world, A garden, A sea,
Beyond a dream on a stage it isn't about me it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
It seems to me that mirrors never give an honest reflection of a person.
Although it seems to be in the trees, or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees, that make us all feel a bit more alive, I think this solution resides inside. Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
I once heard the saying “Don’t judge a man until you’ve walked t
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
Society Society commandeers every bit of our lives We would never live as hermits Or make our homes out of living trees
She was rose or at least she tried to be with all her might she tried to transform but despite her trite she could never conform there were forces in the way much bigger than her
If I could, I would If I could, I would change
I'd change the construction business. They stop traffic Take up time And NEVER seem to finish the job. Late to work, The only thing the tires get is dirt. The way it is built
We can never be good enough for society So long as we’re not perfect. Because perfection is beauty – Or so the world claims. But what the world fails to see is the beauty of imperfection.
What sustains life on earth What began life on earth What we rely on day by day for the relief in our bodies It’s chopping the thread that holds his life The thread is cut deep
It was him
Light as air, she is everywhere. Nobody seems to care. I saw her fall from grace, and I shed a tear. Just as she always knew, real was her fear. Standing among us all, oh what a dear.
Choosing one thing to change is not easy and my oppinion sways but one thing id like to see
I dream of world, our world A world where kindess is a first instinct where we stand together in all times we work together to better the world my world, our world
I look around only to find Sixteen year olds are pregnant, Twelve year olds are getting high. Innocent people are getting shot And teens are committing suicide,
What would I change about the world? There are many things, but let's give it a whirl. This world that's filled with poisoned air and polluted lakes. Where education runs everyone the same
Society We make society,
You can't look at yourself in the mirror anymore without seeing failure written on your forehead. You're at an all time low.
Society's image: Skinny. Tall. Long hair. Big eyes. Fancy clothes. Big house. Perfect family. A toothpick is skinny, not a woman. A skyscraper is tall, not a woman.
Every morning, A girl somewhere wakes up, rubs her big brown eyes and walks to her mirror She looks at herself and sees a shell of a person Whatever she feels on the inside is what she sees on the outside “I’m fat”
When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day, will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned, Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn. We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled. I feel like there's nothing to live for. Helping others out of my own free will; That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar. I listen to people attentivly,
This culture is sand, rubbing us raw. Amputating the imperfect pieces; Dislocation from ourselves. Jumping at the first signs of puberty, Pulling us in slowly and securely.
What has this world come to?Where we have to hold a slam to say what needs to be changed.
Thin Thick Fat Small Large As I read these words normality comes to mind Our society has brainwashed our minds to think that skinny and thin are the new perfect
Stop wondrous things and look at this misfortune A soul has arrived due to physical exhaustion Just when the positive vibe arrives it leaves a sense of caution So listen to the spiritual uproar
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers I feel the pulse beneath my feet Frolicking with the whisp of the wind I hear it stirring Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly I kneel
The complex, compound, and "critical to our current culture"contrivancecreates continous complicationsin an already confusing conundrumwe so happen to callour world.The deafening degrees
What would I give today To change the world To see and hear the call of the wild And how she cries out in pain The answer it seems Is that mankind has gone astray
Skinny is in? And fat is out? If you are large try not to pout. Lose that weight and you will be pretty. But be careful because there is no beauty without titties. NO! You can't love the same gender.
The mirror is my audience
What a shame society is today All I hear is negative, slang term, hate When did all the love go away We should care what everyone has to say Cant we just start over with a clean slate
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it? Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it? Think About it, Why do we care so much about money, When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
What if I could change one thing about my life I would take away all the pain and the srtife All the talk about my size and height I would want to start life over and do things right
There are many things That I would change. Some things revolving around Physical appearance. Some being people's personalities. The thing I would want to change most Is the way the society works
If I could make a change, I would change American society. Society says we have to look, dress, act, talk,
To whom You may concern With your black/white Wrong/right Traditional Ideals. To whom YOu may concern With your New Age
From a distance much to great, He silently seals his fate. With a rush of the tide, He loses the feelings he tried to hide. His head spins,
All that matters Is a pretty face A plastic society’s vulgar taste Starve yourself till you are thin Repeat this process over again
humanity:world peace! humanity:fight fire with fire. parents:be yourself! parents:stop being who you are. humans:love thy neighbor! humans:god hates fags.
Society sets standards Unrealistic standards Causing hurt and pain Sometimes death If society changed its standards We would be the true us We would hurt no more No more deaths
Twelve Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous, Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect. I mean cruel.
There are two ways to label, numbers and categories. Height, weight, and the circumference of the waist divided by the hips Define beauty. Age, IQ, and net worth
People of today feel so inadequate to the things they love the most
I am tired Tired of being stuck Forced to. . . conform because why be me, when I can be them? Discover yourself! they cry Be you! is their motto
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself
If i could change anything in my world, it would be the heavy reliance upon materialism, most teens in America are unaware that they are spoiled,
Black and Blue Do you ever get a clue? Black and red do you know how much i bled? black and green You were always too keen Black and yellow Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
"Don't get raped" "She's a slut" "Don't eat so much" "Why should I spend my money on someone who can't work?" “Gay marriage is wrong” These are a few of the common misconceptions
We demand.We expect. We desire. We want to strive. We want to live. We abuse. We forget. We ignore. Many suffer for us. We tend to forget them. We need to stop. We need to help.
Dreamer, I am a scatter brained, introverted, unstable dreamer. My hope is rooted in my faith, my faith is in these cereberal illusions that cause denial and confusion.
If I could change anything it'd be the world. If I could change the world I'd make it a better place. If I could change the world I'd benefit the entire human race.
Tell them how much they mean to you, Understand that everyone is unique, Realize what matters, Never give up on anyone. Heal others with your words, All people deserve to feel accepted,
Our sight is skewed. You look through a lense yet it is not your own; they placed a focal upon your face. Constantly neglecting to notice your nose, though its incapable of escaping your vision.
Society needs a change. Society tells females that they are beautiful without make-up, without pretty clothes, and that their weight is perfect.
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside All these "perfect women" fill the contents A false reality seen with her eyes Comparing herself to literal nonsense The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
Words are unspoken, Things are not said, But everything she feels is stuck in her head. The sighs of a hurting, broken heart Her feelings inside tear her apart. Words that whisper,
It's extremely loud in here, Though you do not hear it from there. You may not be able to tell, There are a lot of arguments And the music is always up too loud. Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight, I Fight For The Light. I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room, Crying At Night, Holding That Knife, And Wishing They Died. I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles lining the window seels where pictures should be where crosses should be liquor soaking in the walls yet not absorbing the blows virbration from the seel decore
someone gets a problem wrongthe other kid yells "retard"across the room the teacher says"don't say that""it's offensive"but why? why does a wordjust an arrangement of lettershave that effect?
They looked, at his face in
I've known the world surround meand I've watched with tear-filled eyes.As all the broken peoplesend their Prayers up to the Skies.
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch, over the post-wood patch Black blood spewed out into familiar shapes, Ranted recited, and recognized by the few
What would I change? The violence portrayed in video games. The numbness to a gun and blood. The unneccesary gruesomeness. What would I change? The bullying toward children.
Everyday you try You want to have some fame, some wealth pbefore you die You fall to your knees and you fight yourself to not cry
A simple corner seat With a cold facade And a flimsy spinal support. Bolted to the distressed floor. Meeting on a whim In the middle of December On a rickety old train
am i okay?yes, im fine. inside me, the demons are screaming and tearing at my soul but im fine. feelings of hopelessness and fear and anxiety are building up like briks but im fine
The love in one person's heart should only be judged by those who hold it in their hands The dealings of love should not be noticed by anyone else but the lover Society does not hold your heart or your soul
I realized that I live in world that lacks common sense. Yet we continue to commence wars and debt.
If I could change anything, What would it be? It's the way my generation has turned out In this crazy, twisted society. I look around the classroom feeling so disgusted. Wishing I could move away...
The hustle and bustle of the city Fills you ears, eyes and nose. You see the chains of cars inching forward Slowly – one at a time. You smell the putrid odor of sewage
Eyes, They are windows to the soul they say – But do they work both ways? I see the smiles that don’t reach their eyes, The laughter that doesn’t reach their expressions But they don’t see my tears.
You and I are different You and I are the same You and I are pieces of the same game You and I are black
Every morning she wake up wash her face paint on her socially acceptable face and pretends
It pains me to feel like I'm the outcast... Even if I am.
"You're stupid. You're annoying. You're ugly. We don't want you here." These are words my brother hears daily at school. Cruel is the words to describes the children of today.
I hope you never kiss your mother With that mouth Hatred would pour from your lips Filling the one person who loves you I was raised by men as hateful as you
Society Why must we judge so
Five years old, sweet, innocent and a virtuous smile. The children salute the sun and a strange place of knowledge "What do you want to be when you grow up?" ask robots Happy. I want to be happy.
This world is spinning out of control The doubts are coming over me pulling me no where but down. The society's perfections got me questioning my complexions.
Be yourself they said. But don't do this And you can't do that. Don't change for others they said. It's only a phase they said. You're doiing itfor attention.
For all of you, welcome, welcome, welcome To the world of ‘you cannot do anything right’ Where the only noises are the chains that bind you to rules and regulations
Sick and tired of the glares and grimaces Because I look different than the rest I could look just like them; painted faces
You know what's crazy? Slavery. It's not okay that freedom is only for those born free, those born rich, those born with a silver spoon between their blood-red lips,
People say Love all around
welcome to the world, darling. here's a list of expectations:you must turn yourself into the perfect temptation.the general population is counting on you,they'll be watching and judging everything that you do.
What would most people change if they could? Their appearance. No one ever fits the standards. She's never pretty enough. He's never masculine enough. He isn't a good enough athlete.
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
Society. Some may say it's okay and safe. Others would say it's hurting us. We are told to act a certain way. We need to be polished and clean. We need to keep our mouths quiet.
Without stability there is disgrace, For you may look, but nowhere may you run, For we cannot be scattered into space, Only stability can make us one. To be alone is not a lively state,
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.
It is there, always has been and always will. That Incessant pounding, screams of hatred and bitterness all aimed directly at me. Ever since I was old enough to think the pounding was there.
Did you ever play with a magnifying glass? Sending rays of sunlight Onto unsuspecting ants below? I did, countless times to be precise. I got a real big kick out of it.
Go to hell. Take nothing but the sins on your back And the coils of lies you have spun. It should be easy for you to talk to everyone there, Because you all speak
The ship is sinking. There is a hole in the bottom of the stern. The women scream and clutch their children with fright While the men run around, struggling to maintain control.
As I look back on those days when I was young When the sky was blue and the grass was green I remember playing with boys and girls my age And cutting out things from construction paper.
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
High hopes, Low dreams, How long until I'm seen? Loose this, Gain that, Why does everything seem so flat? Always low, Never high, I fear I will never touch the sky.
You Only Write Once Slam Stupid Society There is a tag in my forehead It tells what I’m suppose to be made ofIt tells if I’m capable or not It tells my limits
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance As I stare back at my appearance. I take a peek inside my head
Find your placeWhether it be crowdedAnd shroudedMaybe people galoreBut something you should know isYou may still be aloneYour place may be crampedSmashed and bashedInto a tiny corner
Just think about today. Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery…or so they say. How about enjoy the day, remember the past, and plan for the future? Is that too much to ask?
Open your eyes Walk down the street, Look around. Look down at your feet, Do you see it?
Hidden Lies The present is cheap, The future looks bleak. An image of solace, Is all the eyes meet. In reality, it is a downfall. The world can be simply defined
Dreams of pollution is not what we Sought. Bewildered by experiences that cause trauma to All. Visualize the land and how it used to be. We aren't going to ever see it again. Some things change permanently,
She's blonde and happy and amazing all the time but her seeking comfort once turned into a crime. You see, when she walked into the school and couldn't hide her tears, she didn't do it for attention.
I wear a size seven, you want me to be a three. Forget what you say. This is real, this is me. I wear a size large, you want me to be a small. You think 5'1" is too short,
Youngling cries for food, blooming chances are not found. He is called lazy. Eats from silver spoon, connections everywhere. He is spoiled. The Youngling who cried
"Man can find meaning in life, short and perilous as it is, only through devoting himself to society." -Albert Einstein How will we thrive? If we continue to consume How will we survive?
You live each day just like the last Which is why your life goes by so fast You're taught and drilled on how things should be Soon these codes are all you see You strive to do what they've perfected
In our world we see only one thing
Creativity is dead
I was brought into this world thinking I would be free. Wrong. I was pulled away from my freedom with the strings that conncect me to this world. Master control me. My body. My mind. My heart.
People will stab you in the front And tell you to watch your back People will stab you in the back And tell you “don’t front”
I see dead people Every moment of every day. They think they are living, but they are not. I see them wearing suits Their hair combed nice and neat, Their suits freshly ironed
I feel so alone. Like if I leave this earth, no one will notice. Or maybe even care.
I am the freshness that takes everything up. I am the delta of barks that carries a life source. I am the clear blue horizon. I am the green that protects every step you take. I was once everywhere and everything.
I am alone,
How are you? She asked while walking down the hallway Not stopping to wait for my answer. How are you? He asked like he already knew what I would say. How are you?
There were times
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
I am the voice. I am beauty of this generation. I am the voice. I am the pure essence
BLACK By David Harris So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
My soul is a flame Piercing the abysmal depths of despair Lighting the way for the lost But society has its hold Money is the only goal
T'Was the Christmas season, Where a little boy glees with reason. He's filled with joy, As he waits for hid favorite toy. The little boy couldn't wait, but it was just too late.
Allow me to clear my throat first Ahem, Fuck you, English Teacher, with the same capital F You gave me on that paper you refused to accept I know my ABCs and my punctuation
Education has stopped being about the students If this insults you and you think we should apologize for our rudeness Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
Theirs was a generation that, upon looking at society, saw nothing; When speaking, communicated nothing; When attending the events of fanatic speakers, heard nothing; When searching for truths, found nothing;
tears shed through our eyes of innocence all of which we cannot see our passion and demon minds have not yet to perish but grow a stronger flame our thoughts so powerful and true its a beautiful tragedy we live in
We live in the country of freedom, yet we feel confined. Told to live like this, or like that. When all we need is a judge free society, but will that ever happen? Not unless you're poppin.
Recumbent here I lie
So I heard you’re claustrophobic That you turned yourself into Peter Pan’s worst nightmare sentient shadow no one can find That must be pinned and confined
The students Walk down the hallway And toss the Vagrant's gold On the ground Meanwhile The man leans On his broom And eyes humanity With a sordid look
As a female
Words of honey can lead to arrogance, And words of vinegar often sting. It is your job to educate and enrich,
A seahorse's tale
Individuality is a rarity
What if I was perfect?What if I was worth it?If I had no burdens Would you accept who I am?or would you leave me to be damned?Because I will still be different.
Things are not what they seem, Things are not what they appear In a world where people judge you on something as simple as what you wear. No things are what they appear Things are not what they seem
Paint a picture of a perfect place A place where the grass is greener, A place where we’ve got it made Through technology, sex, war, terror, fame, money, drugs We think the perfect picture is things
Education is sort of like a loose screw, attached to a failing machine that tomorrow might turn on and we’ll all find out doesn’t work anymore. Here, let me clarify.
You’re feeling insecure Don’t know what for You have everything That others dream for You are beautiful, strong, and pure
I saw a little girl sitting on a bench Crying because she was hurt. No visible scars but on the inside She felt like she had no worth. She felt she was different, bore an ugly visage
I am here.
Fond memories, led astray No glimpse of hope, such disarray Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain Tearing at the wounds that reject
It's a funny thing really No seriously it's hilarious
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
In the valley of the Shadow of Death, There’s no place to hide, no place to rest. The demons there, haunting your every step. Choking you ‘till you have no breath. The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realize how lon_____g it’s been eating away at your insides, until they finally cave in and c
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
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
Nights of terror seem to pass And days of sorrow fade. In every moment that I laugh I slowly crawl out of the shade. Bits and pieces start to form But some parts are still gone.
I’ve never known the world to be so harsh Until you You danced your way Making us all seem like little more than diamond toys We are your toys And we will always move in synchronization
Hey you… Yeah, you. The girl with all the scars and stories to tell. The boy who sits alone in the corner, The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”, I’m here for you, Now and forever.
World's Deadliest Black Man Which is deadlier a black man with a loaded gun, Or a black man seeking education providing for his son? Which do we fear the notion of inner city aggression,
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene) Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge. They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
Filled with so much anger and hate, We judge each other while losing sight of the meaning of equality. Hippocritical actions defining our very characters. We ask ourselves why, yet the answer falls back on us,
A score. A mocking, generic, monotonous score defines us. Humility, humanity, philanthropy, do not matter, because only a score defines us. Years of hardwork shattered by
The second bell has rung so I begin to take my seat. My hands drip sweat. My stomach turns. My heart quickens it’s beat. I’ve dreaded the fruition of the moment now so nigh
After years of being taught as a child, After writing enough essays to line up for a mile, After learning the purpose of all the buttons on a calculator, After learning to draw and then graph an alligator,
You break me, With every little word you say and every call to action, Embellishing reward that goes along with. You say do this it looks good on applications and glare when the class looks on in silence.
This school is a bane Society, if fills with pain Classes, riddled with sighing Intellegence, it is dying We try to live for the moment It disappears so fast You try to be smarter
Racial bashing our own kind Harsh words from a cold heart "Its 2013" teachers say "Bullying doesn't happen, Race issues do not occur." But what the teachers don't see,
I am a teenager, but I'm different. Instead of being selfish, I take care of my disabled brother everyday. Instead of disobeying my parents, I show them my love and respect.
A fairy is real when a child is young, A belief is what that idea is among, Everyone believes in something, Societal change is what beliefs can bring. Religion is something one cannot escape,
The dark colored eyes that hides inside holding the mold to every fiber that was once a destructive storm through the night. How do we transverse, move, breathe, converse?
You’re afraid of what could happen So you constantly keep up a wall You are in a constant battle But aren’t we all?
I stare at these blank dirt encrusted walls,Learning more from them than I learned from you.You stare at me with your judgmental eyes,I stare at the wall and see what my future holds.The wall is blank.You don't teach me but I ensure I can teach yo
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman. How dare you take advantage of a young child. She was innocent, sweet and mild. Just because of her race you stood there Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
I Am so Done with all The bullshit I do. I can literally feel my Imagination disappearing as my brain
What would the world be like if there was no such thing as money? Would it be a better, simpler life? With no greed; no killing or fighting to be rich? How would it affect everyday people?
Pause quickly the world Gravity rudes heaven’s tears Force pressures weak creations Trimming a mockingbird’s years. Pause quickly the world Rain’s mercy left too mocked
Curiosity becomes a whisper and questions remain unanswered WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
She'd love to say she's confident but she's not. "Hey you're smart!" She doesn't get that alot. She wants to say she's powerful, but she wont. She thinks she's beautiful, but no one else thinks so.
I like to let my imagination run wilder with every darker shade of the night sky, as the sunset melts away onto the other side of the world, like sherbet ice-cream left on the counter for too long.
Standing in a room full of people We exchange fake smiles This is something we are all so familiar with Our individual thoughts silenced Silenced by ourselves We laugh It seems so real
Day inDay out
Dear Diary, I'm. Mad. No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
What used to seem so bright Is now slowly losing its light I'm losing it in the shadow of this big world. I used to dream of success I used to dream of fame
As you March through this life, Your steps are forever traced- Legends- are left behind Precious Memories, are scattered- throughout this earth.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of H.I.P.H.O.P We will be those who carry insanity
Think of it as self-immolating humour. No one else gets it, like Kaufman. It only serves to damage my image. Not that I didn't mean what I said I wouldn't mean to apologize,
Don’t call him weird You’ll crush him Don’t call him “special” He’ll be suspicious Don’t baby him Dumb it down, make it easier He can see right through you Even if he won’t say so
Black engulfs the world around me. Everything is still; No wind, No light, Just me and the darkness that surrounds me. How did I get here? Did I jump, Did I fall,
You are the little girl who wants to be A doctor one day To put on a white gown and a pair of squeaky clean shoes To save lives from behind a mask and a ponytail But forget it.
White walls overcrowd with gold chains explicit language and tattoos Pant sdrag against concrete imprinting a woman's son's blood Cool metal lies against thick hands attached to a monsterous body
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
Let's get drunk, and have drunk sex. So when we wake up, we can't be upset. There's no recollection of the night before, we'll let confusion walk, right out the door. Though underneath forgotten memories,
To start off, the meaning of Dystopia literally meansA community or Society that is frightening.Nobody would like to live in fear, it is just undesirable.I believe we live in a Dystopia
(Read top to bottom) I am part of a dysfuntional minority, and I refuse to believe that I can change people's views. I understand that it is difficult to grasp but, "guns kill people," is a lie, and
My uncle once told me never to smell money; for liking the smell of money is selfish, I suppose, greedy, as if the green scent is blood in an ocean infested with sharks
A butterfly Drifting and floating. Knowing, it only lives for a month. It drifts flower to flower, landing on every one. Soaking them in. Spreading their genetics, so they make more flowers.
I've returned form Never Land, To the place where you're told how to dream. I've never enjoyed it here. These sadistic people who want me to think, Think just like them. Into the melee I sink.
We are not men and women though we like to believe we are. We are children stuffed into the bodies of "further evolved humans" Full of preconcieved ideas but robbed of curisity. Pigeons told to fly
Color’d Shadows They hate us They love us We were created by them, society If we talk to them, they’ll hate us If we help them, they’ll hate us
Disconnected Welcome to the proud planet of EarthWhere human interaction is a clear as dirt.The same flourishes of skin on skinHave become virtual keys and clicksNames don’t matter anymore,Hash tags and @ signs have taken form,As the new fingerpri
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty) My name is infamous To strike fear in a southern voice. They had my number- Free to call, But chose the wrong choice. Date after date-
This unspeakable thoughts Diligence anger Are these anomalies? I feel listless towards this unknown feelings
Fear overwhelms the soul. Chains imprison the mind. What is the end of the line? Detour comforts the train. The risk holds hostage love. Maniac masks on a good heart.
It’s hard for me to honor a flag when I think about the way cops treated my Dad It’s insane that we honor a flag after all the hardships that our people had We Scream God Bless America but is America Blessing us?
Happiness doesnt always fall upon you, you have to choose it and then persue it. 7 years ago, my world darkened, my eyes were opened to how bad people really were,
You, girl. Wee girl. Oblivious to the world that surrounds you. The vultures, the animals. Creatures we call people. They'll wine you, they'll dine you, They'll rip you to shreds.
Teacher, teacher I need help on this question I’m trying my best But I need a suggestion But teacher, teacher Instead of rote memorization Instead of formulas and dates
I have no hope for love. I can never be loved because of my appearance. At least that's what society taught me. They say appearance doesn't matter. It does. At least that's what society taught me.
Why do I have to be a color? Or a size Or a face Or a look Why do I need this reputation to be apart of the crowds and the record books? Why must I have this label to be content with who I am?
Caramel skin with an undertone of olive Glowing in the fluorescent light I stare at myself in the mirror
Well, congratulations You've made it into society Here we rape each other And curse our elders There are no rules It's a free-for-all Welcome to reality You've made it into Hell
I am not a number on your chart. I am a human being. A human with needs, wants, and passions. Don't throw me into a sea of stereotypes or cliches. I am a human being.