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Faith Nov 2018
I can’t believe it
The whispers
Why can’t I see the news
The smoke floods in
It chokes us
People are everywhere
Nothing
Reduced to ashes
The flames swirl and twirl
Taunting
Crushing
Nothing to help
Just prayer
For me
For them
I must go
Like always
Grabbing only what we need
Unlike the others
No time
Please pray for the Camp Fire. Any donations would help incredulously.
Faith Nov 2018
This is home
This is love
Here is life
Here is happiness
We give support
We give criticism
I push away
I push them
My family gives
My family takes
This is love
This is home
Faith Nov 2018
I straighten my hair
I put on the nice clothes
I make a beautiful smile
So nobody knows
I study really hard
I hang out with my friends
I crush on the boy
But the secrets weigh in
I wish things were different
I can cry myself to sleep
And now it comes to seem
My nightmares replace dreams
My brain can’t think straight
My hearts a mess
My family’s gone
I’m piled high with stress
I look in the mirror
I hate what I see
But nobody knows these things
Except for me
I can’t even trust my friends
It’s standard after standard
Everyone thinks I’m perfect
But everything is so hard
My friends have secrets that I have to keep
The pressure is on
The gossip, the rumors
I don’t want to play along
Teasing and assumptions
Are always made about me
Even though they’re wrong
I wish I could be set free
I wish I could change
My body, my skin, my face
My persona seems to change
And friends can betray
I don’t have it bad
I’m your average teenage girl
I am no different
Than the rest of the world
But maybe I want to be noticed
Appreciated for once
Is that something bad
To ask love for the runts
My heart’s gone heavy
I can’t keep it together
It feels like I’m drowning
In stormy weather
They hurt my feelings
And they don’t even know it
Do I do the same
This pathetic little poet
Blend in with the crowd
They say
I want to say no
But I can’t walk away
I’m so dramatic
I realize all I do is make a scene
Am I actually popular
Or just plain mean
How do I feel
About my classmates
Am I different or a follower
To love or to hate
I’m expected to like
Someone in particular
This boy or that one
Other people decide who goes with her
I guess I’ll be okay
I’ll be just fine
I’m taking life
One step at a time
Insecurities are always with me
I can’t change that
But I’ll be alright
Can I really change who I am?

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