It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.

I believed in you

I believed in you

I believed in you

And you taught me
A most important lesson
I quickly learned
To not believe
Or trust
In anyone
Or anything

I believed in you
**And you let me down

Trust issues are probably the worst weakness a person can have,because most will go their whole lives believing it's strength.
Didn't anyone ever tell you secrets are only secret when they're between you and your grave?
You shut people out for your own mistakes, then act like it's brave.

Ignorance can be found in those who look down on intelligence, and is created by those set in their way.
Negativity breeds it,
Hate feeds it,
Silence makes it stay-

I guess your mind's too far closed to ever really hear me,
I tried, you lied.
You like to think your opinion is law, the one and only,
I'm not surprised that deep inside you're sad and lonely.

Ignorance can be found in those who look down on intelligence, and is created by those set in their way.
Negativity breeds it,
Hate feeds it,
Silence makes it stay-

So I'll leave, I'll go.
**** on my name,
I'll be too busy to know.
Hung up on trivial issues,
he, she, we,
I'm over here just chillin,
me and myself
all I need to be happy.

Ignorance can be found in those who look down on intelligence, and is created by those set in their way.
Negativity breeds it,
Hate feeds it,
Silence makes it stay-

No one is just strange without reason,
you just lack empathy.
I don't tell you how to live your life.
I don't need your sympathy.

Social hierarchy is not a priority.

Every second that passed, I realized that I preferred being secluded
Whatever that surrounded me, whether it was rotting wood or decaying books
I'm sure I would love the idea of having the pleasure of their company
Mornings meant dragging my feet across the concrete
And nights consisted of me pulling the covers over my head
Making sure that my thoughts were exclusive and not occupying the spaces underneath my bed
My house was a connection of walls
Yet I always felt that they were never enough to keep me from harm
But what terrified me the most was knowing that monsters weren't always physical representations
They regularly creeped through the keyholes and cracks on doors
They spoke to me when home alone
They were the words that I wrote on paper
They were the scars on my body
They were the spaces between my fingers
No matter if I have curtains shut and windows locked
Even if I cut myself loose from the friendships I built to burn back down
The monsters will always be there in my head
Almost as if they were the friends that never left

n.j.