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Kai Christensen Apr 2016
I feel like if I were in one of those alternate universe stories where you have the name of your soul mate or a timer counting down to the exact second you meet your soul mate, I would be one of the faults. I would be one of the flaws in the system. I would be the one person who had their timer run out, but the person I had just met still had three years left on their's. I'd be the person to have a name on my wrist and that exact person had a name that wasn't mine. I just feel like I would be the bug in the system that had no solution.
I don't know if you can count this as a poem but I wanted to post it here.
Kai Christensen Jul 2015
I am not social.
I don't talk to others.
I don't trust people either,
Not even my own mother.

Talking to strangers just seems horrible.
I can barely talk to anyone with it being bearable.

Yet, I hate to be alone, but I feel safer in solitude.
Who can I thank for this wonderful attitude?

People don't get it. Telling me to make friends.
I could do that, if people weren't total ****-heads.

People are horrible, I understand now.
People are horrible, and I know how.
Also, not one of my best.
Kai Christensen Jul 2015
I pretend to be happy for society's sake.
I pretend to care for society's sake.
I pretend to be perfect for society's sake.

Everything I do is for society's sake.
What if I'm done?
What if I'm not happy?
What if I don't care?
What if I'm not perfect?
What will they do?
What can they do?
Society wants everyone to be so perfect, they don't realize that the ones who fall through the cracks, are the ones that tried their hardest to impress others.
This isn't one of my best. Meh.
Kai Christensen Jun 2015
"Why are you all depressed?"
"Why are you always angry?"
"Why aren't you doing well in school?"
"Why are you so **** lazy?"
"Why are you always in your room?"
"Why are you always on your phone?"
"Why are you always quiet?"
"Why do you choose to be alone?"

These are the questions to the youth of the world,
Nobody ever lets us answer.
It's like asking us to find the cure,
When we're the one's with cancer.

It's time to answer these questions,
Once and for all.
So we can show the world why,
We fall to our knees to teach ourselves to crawl.
Kai Christensen Jun 2015
When you said love, I believed.
When you said you cared, I believed.
When you said sorry, I believed.

When I said love, you never believed.
When I said I cared, you never believed.
When I said sorry you never believed.

I believed you. You never believed me.
How could you expect us both to be happy?
When you said you believed me, I heard the truth.
Now I can no longer believe, because of you.
This is my first poem. I have more, and I will post them soon.

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