Here’s a few things I think everyone should know:
1. Be yourself, because if you don’t then people will expect the new you, and when you don’t deliver they may act negatively. This leads to a vicious cycle of lies. Lie once, lie twice, and then suddenly you’re drowning in them.
2. You’ve got dreams, stick to them. There may be a few detours, but still keep your end goal in mind. Throw them out, and you throw away your hope. You need hope in this bleak world. In fact, your hope will make this bleak world brighter.
3. Do not be unkind. Do not make generalizations. Do not judge too much on others. All of what I just said is REALLY hard. In fact, I probably fail at all of them sometimes. But you gotta try, or your going to accidentally topple someone’s world.
4. Don’t preach like you know everything-oh wait, I’m doing that right now.

Hate
Is undeniably
Unjustified.
There are so many reasons
Not to hate
But we still do.
Even
If we are confronted
With solid EVIDENCE
That we should not hate
A person or a group of people,
We turn a blind eye
And we IGNORE the truth.
We always treasure the truth.
We dislike liars.
But it’s all hypocrisy
Because we lie to OURSELVES
And we lie to OTHERS.
We are liars.
We are liars,
And we project our
Inner turmoil
On people who do not deserve it.

How far
Humanity has sunk.
We lost our humanity,
We are ferocious animals.
We are animals
Tearing at each other’s flesh.

I want our humanity back.

It used to be so sunny.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky
But now it’s raining (not raining money)
And I can’t help but ask myself why.

Why am I so blue
Why is everything turning grey
I’m missing someone (don’t know who)
Maybe it’s just a rainy day.

Why can’t I dance in the rain?
Why is the water so cold?
Why are the skies hailing with pain?
Why can’t I just do what I’m told?

Is it so easy
To be happy?
Honestly
I am unsure
How people do it.
Maybe I am just negative
Too much of a pessimist.
But seriously,
It’s like my entire life
Is viewed through sunglasses.
They aren’t rose-tinted
Either.
They are so dark
It would probably be illegal
To have that kind of tint
On the windows of a car.

Being happy
Isn’t supposed to be so hard.

I doubt that I am poetic.
I doubt these words are pretty prose.
Most of my poems,
In fact,
Either sound sad
Or psychotic.
Not beautiful.
Bitter.
Yes,
These words are bitter.
Coal linings,
Of tears.
Not beautiful.
Scarred.

Im much too tired
To use my brain right now.
Sorry.
“404 Brain Not Found”
“Try Again Later”

Don’t
Try to get in.
The door’s locked
And I won’t open the door.

Don’t
Try to break my walls.
They’re made of titanium
Fireproof titanium.

It’s
So lonely in here.
Why
Did I imprison myself
Here?