sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you
i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Your eyes are wonderful
and your smile is too
Your laughs' contagious
and your heart is true.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
All alone,
cold
desperate and confused,
my body rejects you
and so should you.
I have more,
studying
stress and anxiety,
for my brain lacks something
other than babbling.
Vocabulary,
accentuation
factitious and consternation,
I can't handle it
for I am just too dull for it.
Why need it,
with so much pain
suffering and torture,
we could do without
so we don't have dropouts.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
When we were younger,
we believed the rumors and the lies
until we couldn't anymore say goodbye.
A little older,
we thought the friends we had would be our only
relying on the fact they wouldn't get too nosy.
When Middle School came around,
I was left in the dust
crying in self pity because I had once thought of trust.
At home that night,
I thought of you
how you said to me I'd always be your crew.
Waking up in the morning fresh and new,
I remember faintly of your words
and what they used to do.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
You won't ever say an apology,
for I believe you are just too cocky.
You walk as if you have class
and you act as if you are made of teargas.
Why do you do what you do
when you know I have high virtue.
I wanna scream and tell you all that I think
that you always make me **** with your zelda and link.
That you have indescribable foot stink,
and is horrible at tiddlywink.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
The world is growing up,
and I'm stuck behind in 2009.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
*I am the stresser; in which the stress controls me. It powers me up and tears me down.
It's the reason behind my failure and my mistakes in which I hate so passionately.*
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
*It's okay to be upset.
Especially when you have to put Gram Gram down.*
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
Nothing I do is perfect, and that's what terrifies me.
I stare and stare at the crooked lines and microscopic germs,
not able to be seen under the naked eye.
My room intimidates me to the extent in which I'm afraid to enter.
The mess is obscure, chipped paint off the walls and pencils thrown to the sides in utter frustration.
I can't focus when what I'm doing isn't exact.
Math causes me to panic.
Not because of the algebraic expressions, but because of the erase marks that always litter the paper afterwords that never seem to hide.
They're always there, showing off how horrid my handwriting looks.
The idea of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder makes me want to scurry.
I know I'm a living example of it, and I know how nerve-wracking it is being around me.
Because everything needs to reach my standards, and nothing ever does.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Someone once told me that it was okay to cry.
I opened up, sharing my deepest secrets and insecurities, and she simply left. I guess she was one of them. One of the people who are fine examples of giving up.
Someone once asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I told them I wanted to help. Then they laughed,
claiming helping would never get me through life. Saying I could never become someone who saved lives.
Someone once helped me through the deep end, swearing on their life they'd never tell a single soul. I got confronted one day, and my entire world collapsed. I lost complete trust, I was lost and betrayed.
Someone once promised me that I could do anything and everything. And that was the day my life turned around. I had faith, not only in myself, but in the road ahead.
That someone was me.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC