I don't wear make up,
Because I've never wanted to.
I cannot walk in high heels,
Preferring my flat shoes.

You can keep your skinny jeans,
I'll have my lumberjacks on.
And I'd rather go play rugby,
Then to a stupid prom.

Whilst you're out there chasing boys,
I'm sat back reading books.
And you're crying over their rejection,
Well, I'm lost in the hook.

Call me "Frigid" if you must,
It's I just really couldn't care.
Whilst these boys do not control me,
They're driving you to despair.

I will forever mourn you,
You and your plastic heart.
The fake ways of saying "I love you too",
As you tick another name off your chart.

I will forever forgive you,
The way I cursed your name,
For you too have an open mind,
And a heart that beats the same.

I will forever forgive you,
Because a grudge is a bad idea,
And my Mother tends to exaggerate things,
So she's ingrained my mind with fear.

What I have learned from your leaving,
Is to never trust others,
No matter if they're your greatest friend,
Sisters or Brothers.

We're a selfish race of humans,
And you've just about proved my point,
Because a Devil tricked my Mother,
But her children's hearts she did anoint.

I recall the memories,
biting down ******* my thumb,
as you tried to hide your deceit with smiles,
to sugar-coat all you'd done.

But I have sensitive ears that listen,
and as you spoke I heard the venom drip,
from your tongue cascading onto the carpet,
as the rough fabric burned with a violent hiss.

Then the smell of the smoke that was poisonous,
as your acidic words swirled in the air,
you grinned wide showing all your rotten teeth,
decaying from the sweetener you'd placed there.

If I tell you that I love you,
Would you run and hide?
Because I've said it in actions,
At least a hundred times.

The feeling of your dissapointment was palpable,
I could taste it on my tongue like I hadn't brushed my teeth in days,
And feel it thick in the atmosphere,
Like heavy smoke from a forest fire.

The grey bags under my eyes did nothing but exclaim my insomnia,
When you told me that maybe I just wasn't going to bed at the right time.
And frustration swam round my bloodstream as I just couldn't get the right pitch to that song I alsways used to sing.

The melancholy rumble from my gut,
Reminded me that I was alone unless I had a full stomach,
My figure didn't matter,
Cause neither I, Let alone anyone else sexualised it.

(No one of my own age that is)

Sleep deprivation rushes round me like gale force winds from a tropic storm,
Lack of money burns holes in my pockets,
and wanderlust nags at my brain like overdue assignments from a College wreck,
Whilst everyones moaning infects me like a plague,
when I find stress spots crawling up my neck.

I am generation Z,
Generation nothing,
Generation give up,
Generation what the ****?
Generation, "Who the hell told you I could live like this?"

But I am privileged,
In a house,
But I am not me.

I am grieving.

I am grieving myself again.

For love it is a wretched word,
It does not sit well in my mouth.
Opposed to me in twos and thirds,
Consumes my brain in doubt.

For it keeps lingering ominously,
I do feel it in my skull,
Stuck, jarring sounds, cacophony,
My mind remaining dull.

And harsh it is to feel the sting,
A wasp crawled up my arm,
What ebbing state, vile thing,
Light up my thoughts in alarm.

But you are seen more in light,
Than darkness is to say.
I clench my fists in noble fight,
But you will not go away.

If emotions were physical things,
Mine would be a gaping wound.

I mean there are times I wish I wasn't a woman.
Times I've hated my *****,
Wished I didn't have periods,
And got angry at my ******,
But most of the time I'm alright with it.

I still get angry at my ******* though.
If men can show them why can't I?
I mean, Adam and Eve didn't wear clothes,
But then they realised they were naked.

I get angry that I'm a woman,
Because Men get ***** too.
They have emotions and they can be the damsel in distress.

But overall I'm relatively happy.
Even though this generation is ironic,
And gives me a ******* headache.

You're so cynical.
Not moved by those crocodile tears,
You frown and scoff dismissively,
As if you've not cried in years.

We stigmatized the nation,
Because you couldn't understand,
That sometimes people just want affection,
Need someone to hold their hand.

So you're drowning in the grave you dug,
As it fills with water and bile
Of those you thought to be smug,
Cutting them with words vile.

You didn't get the memo.
Not everyone is mean,
But of course you cannot hear that,
As you deafen us with your screams.

Waiting at the corner,
For you to notice me.
My hope hits the ground,
Like an Autumn leaf from a tree.

I check my watch and notice,
An hour has passed.
I guess that's all it takes,
To thoroughly smash my heart.

I really really like you,
Like a heck of a lot!
So much so,
I think I've lost the plot.

When we hold hands,
And sit on the beach.
You're like my favourite song,
Constantly on repeat.

I live in a humble seaside town.
There's nothing much to do here,
Unless you want to drown.

The sea air is refreshing,
You know everyone around,
Mutual friends and distant relatives are always here to be found.

City people come down to enjoy the beach.
Scoffing on ice cream,
And hearing the seagulls screech.

Jumping into the sea on a hot summer's day,
Getting sunburnt on their backs,
From the suncream they forgot again.

I live in a small seaside town,
There's nothing much to do here,
Except a few arcades around.

The sea air is refreshing,
Especially in the rain,
When you can walk and think for yourself without people driving you insane.

City people come down to enjoy the beach,
Talking obnoxiously loud,
Throwing chips at seagulls for a bit of peace.

Jumping into the sea on a hot summer's day,
As the local people mope around,
Wishing they'd go away.

Let me be the outcast,
Change me into something new,
Because I swear there’s not enough of me,
To make up all of you you.
Control my mind and eyes,
Even My sense of style,
For a while change my impression,
Make me seem all the more,
Important and mature,
But as I am only sixteen I will stay,
I’ll have to wait for that day.

I'm trying to loose weight,
But I look in the kitchen,
And there's cake,
And a biscuit tin.

Real friends are there when you're breaking,
Or to keep you steady when you're roller skating.

It's been snowing where I live,
Which is absolutely fine,
Weather is a woman you do not mess with,
She does things in her own time.

But Weather, My boots aren't very warm,
And I'm getting chilblains on my toes,
So it would be nice if you could send a tropical storm,
Cause I'm tired of skiing down the road.

And I can't get to half of my friends,
As the bus I catch goes to turn right and slides left,
I try to walk but the ice leaves me stumbling,
Plus being clumsy, with my feet I am not deft.

Now Weather, Your moods always seem erratic,
One minute it's raining then the next it's dry,
And half the time when we ask for a bit of sun,
Your face turns to an expression quite wry.

I enjoy the snow, I do!
Your Daughter Winter is a lovely girl to meet,
But I think I'd enjoy her company an awful lot more,
If she didn't give me cold feet.

I cried eggshells out my eyes last night,
And they lay broken on the floor.

I’ve learnt to catch a few in the palms of my hands,
Cause if I don’t it makes peoples feet sore.

If sanity is normal,
Then I want to be insane.
Because normal is ******* boring,
And boredom induces mind numbing pain.

I want to write backwards,
With my non-writing hand,
And I want to travel though Nations,
With only a map to see where I stand.

I want to meet strangers on buses,
Telling them about my day.
Smiling hopefully at her faces,
In that extroverted kind of way.

Then I want to go home,
Making a cup of tea.
Drinking the comfort knowing,
I'm part of a minority.

I was annoyed.
No not annoyed at you,
I was angry and frustrated,
At all the things you do.

Your ignorance towards feelings,
Oblivious to the fact,
That you and you alone,
Are an absolute ****.

These shackles you have me bound in,
Are rubbing against my skin.
The irritation they are causing,
Reality is setting in.

Never had I thought,
You'd leave me here to die.
Over lust and bad intentions,
Like you never heard my cries.

Can I please ask you a question?
My intentions are not bad I promise,
Just a little bolder then they where before.
These pieces of my heart are a jigsaw,
And it seems you've memorised every one.
I know that sometimes you get fed up,
You have enough of me,
No more will to complete my picture.
But Darling I promise,
If you keep persevering I will be complete,
Just find that missing piece.
Then we will eventually,
Fit perfectly.

I will not surrender,
To your judgemental eyes,
I've got a thousand people to meet,
Through stormy and clear skies.

Your vicious words mean nothing,
When there's just empty space to fill.
I've got love and I've got something,
You've got dust, nothing, nil.

Ignorant, this, that, whatever.
You know you're nothing fine.
When you've got your own insecurities,
How come you pick on mine?

Is common decency difficult?
Does it load air into your brain?
Congratulations *******!
You spout your **** again!

A true survivor,
These rivers are deep.
"Beware of the sinking mud."
A sign covered and decayed with dust.
I'm up to the knees in troubles,
As the mud sinks into my pores.

The lurgy man came,

And he infected your brain.

Now there's only a pinch,

Of personality left.

I told you you should leave her,
Because she always makes you cry,
But you constantly forgave her,
And I always asked you why?

When she abuses you mentally,
And acuses you of things,
That you'd never dare to do,
Because you're scared her slaps will sting.

I told you you should leave her,
Because she only causes you pain,
But yet you still waited an hour for her,
Soaking in the rain.

When she says you're being unfaithful,
But all you did was hug a friend,
As she glares at those who could save you,
From her bitter and tormented end.

I told you you should leave her,
Because I've seen your eyes glisten,
With the tears that she has caused,
Like she's on a ******* mission.

And the poison she has left,
Left inside your mind,
Have told you you are nothing,
That you're bitter and unkind.

I told you you should leave her,
Because she's breaking your heart,
And you're leaving a trail of pieces,
As you fall apart.

And I've put you back together,
So many ******* times,
When I asked if you were ok,
And you just smiled and said you were fine.

But you're never fine,
When you're within her grasp,
Because that evil witch,
Was hurting you from the start.

I burnt the letter I was meant to send,
Because I realised you're not even my friend.
I conducted these emotions,
Out of heartbreak and bones.
Conflicting in my head,
"I suppose", "I suppose".

Your blunt replies for messages,
Where nothing but a cry.
Over a girl who used you,
Then made you wonder "why?"

So I wrote her name in an envelope too,
Then put it on the fire alongside you.
I smirked for a while,
In that heart breaking style.
As you burned, As you burned, As you burned.

Now Darling, I never said it would be easy,
Living is a hard and cruel thing,
So if you ever cry believing you're the one who needs to scream,
Don't.
Fuel that rage and make a song or a poem,
Something else to help you breathe.
Because you can't expect to go through life,
Angry, Angry, Angry.

Your lips were soft and sweet,
But they only disguised the sour poison,
That lingered on your tongue.

I tried to tell you I couldn't confide in you,
But you kept interrupting me.
I tried to tell you what I meant,
But you wouldn't let me speak.

I thought we'd gotten over this,
I thought you understood.
So you better start to listen soon,
Or I'll be gone for good.

Today I found a Mouse,
Shocked on my lounge floor,
I don't remember inviting him in,
And if there's one there must be more!

I swear my cats give out free passes,
To all these little mice,
Or maybe they pay an entrance fee,
That's of an extortionate price.

But whatever their reason for being here,
I wish that they would leave,
Because I'm sure they'd be much happier,
Outside in the shade of the trees.

And if it's food that they're looking for,
I don't really eat much fruit,
Along with seeds, Grains, I can't grow plants,
So my house isn't that enticing to tell the truth.

However this little Mouse,
Sat on my lounge floor,
Only had half a tail,
And his foot looked rather sore.

So I picked him up gently,
And placed him outside,
In the gap between the grass and Wendy house,
A safe space where he could hide.

And now in the night,
He visits me for little chunks of cheese,
As I hear his dainty feet scatter,
Along the floor to return with the breeze,

Alone, Alone.
She said it would be temporary,
As her heart swelled and bled.
Like a cold it will be horrible,
You'll loose sleep,
But it will only be temporary.
It can only be temporary,
Alone.........

It must be lonely.
I swear last time you moved,
You told me you were lonely then too.

No matter that you'd come home,
To snuggle in your bed with your love,
But that didn't matter,
It didn't help.

Because you were lonely.

Patiently waiting for you,
Time ticking by.
I can feel the sunlight,
Rays straight up my spine.
Caressing my neck,
Enlightening my eyes.

You gave me a friendship bracelet,
And I didn't quite know what to do.
So I just put it on my wrist,
Then wore it everyday for you.

Your laughter is contagious,
Much like a yawn,
That we barely ever do,
Because when we're together there's a storm.

You're going to university soon,
But we'll always keep in touch,
And I'll let you know in every way,
That I miss you very much.

Remember that time I slept round your house,
And let out that enormous ****?
Yeah, That never fails to amuse me,
Just like you'll always be in my heart.

Don't worry my lovely,
Life plans itself out,
And you can stop an argument,
Without having to shout.

You're allowed to smile for no reason,
And to go on really longs walks,
Also don't think yourself insane,
If you pretend you're on a horse.

Go out with friends!
Be bubbly! or sarcastic, it doesn't matter.
And if your friend looks nice, tell them!
It's a good excuse to flatter.

Forget the past!
We live in the present,
Another day is another gift.

So just be grateful,
That you can breath oxygen,
To fill your lungs and live.

With my bones I made a shield,
With my tongue I made a knife,
With my finger I made a prosecutor,
With my hand I made a friend.

But my heart I have yet to mend.

The universe sculpted you part by part,
Like making gold out of lead,
You've got to start somewhere.

It crafted your brain,
Born your mighty character,
And filled you with fierce intelligence.

Gave you the strength of a goddess,
Powered by the moon,
Showered you in gorgeousness.

Gave you the warmth of a healer,
Bold and brilliant,
One that would make the devil quake in his boots.

Upon first meet I thought you weren't real,
No one so heavenly could exist, surely?
But you are and it amazes me so much I forget how to speak.

I regret that you are the victim of my awkwardness,
Like a bumbling jester trying to entertain a queen,
But I've got to start somewhere.

I would like to buy a house,
A house built up on Mars.
So you and I could laze about,
Just looking up at the stars.

And we'd talk about stupid things,
We'd just ramble and ramble on.
Until our voices get hoarse,
And we can see it's almost dawn.

We'd make friends with the Martians,
And play football in the sky.
We'd live our life's obliviously happy,
With no humans to ask "why?"

My love we've found a place of home.
A home where we can be,
Ourselves and ourselves alone,
Smiling Infinitely.

I cannot do Maths,
I've tried and tried and tried,
But every time I get the answer wrong,
It just keeps wounding my pride.

I have an ulcer on my lip,
That is keeping me from comfort eating,
So when a sum doesn't add up,
I can feel confusion fleeting.

You frown at me in bewilderment,
"But what on earth do you mean?"
"This is the most simple sum that I have ever seen!"
Alright! You ignorant *****! I don't understand Maths!

And am not going to put up with that patronizing sort of crap!

Is this depression?
I'll never know.

This isn't the way they portray it,
In films and plays and books.

No background cause for this mental decline,
No atmospheric music for the hook.

This is depression,
It's real and it's raw.

So what the **** are you romanticising it for?

This house will always be messy,
There's no denying that.
Be careful the socks might bite you,
And no I didn't mean the cat.

My mind used to be a beautiful place,
One where you could go,
And sit upon the green hill,
With grass tickling your toes.

In winter you could sit inside a warm cabin,
Away from all the snow.
You could have hot chocolate and marshmallows,
A place where only love grows.

But now the cabin has been vandalised,
Windows smashed and rocks thrown,
And the grass has died into soil,
Leaving mud stains on your clothes.

This place of beauty that once belonged,
Has been deserted and dried up,
And all the birds sing sad songs,
About how the earth had had enough.

I awoke one morning,
And saw the sun was yawning,
So I decided to go back to bed.

Have you seen this new beginning?
The one of golden sun.
Daffodils for all your friends,
lets go have some fun.

You're cutting off all my oxygen,
With your hand around my neck,
My eyes are going bloodshot,
The tighter your grip gets.

I would listen to your story,
Agree now and again,
But you don't seem to realise,
I killed my dearest friend.

Changed her into everything,
I wanted her to be,
Then put a bullet through her head,
Upon the count of three.

You think of me as average,
The way I've always been,
That's only because I pray to God,
To keep my soul clean.

And I know I am being morbid,
Trying far too hard,
But I still own a piece of her heart,
Kept in a glass jar.

One day the heart will grow moudly,
Then loose it's rhythm and beat,
But hopefully That will be the day,
I no longer have to breathe.

You see love and I have never really been friends,
I mean we'd wave awkwardly to eachother,
Through mutual pretence,
But that's about it.

We'd make awkward eye contact on the train,
Then ignore eachothers existence,
As if it was simple and plain,
But nothing more than that.

To be honest with you,
Love and I barely know eachother,
Well I mean I think I know a few of their lovers,
But nobody that's stuck around for long enough.

And the problem with love,
Is when you go to shake their hand,
You've got everything you want to say planned,
But it all falls down and shatters at your feet.

Just like everytime,
My heart skips a beat,
Whenever my eyes are left in your wake.