They all want something to do,
trying to keep them from getting to me.
They all don't think that it's true,
they really want something to see.

They all want some kind of proof.
How's my acceptance for your *******?
They want me to speak the truth,
I am, they just don't want to hear it.

Try something,
Option denied.
Say something,
That's not wise.

Keep smiling,
Start feeling fake.
Get angry,
That's a huge mistake.

Feel happy,
Something goes deranged.
Feel sad,
Nothing will change.

They all want something to do,
Okay, then find it without me.
They all don't think that it's true,
I'm sorry, how do you not see?

They all want some kind of proof,
My proof is this poem for your ****.
They want me to speak the truth,
The truth is you're so full of it.

Everyone gets upset,
Everyone wants to be heard,
Don't keep pushing your luck,
One day you'll get what you deserve.

It's not hard to do.
Just try to be kind.
Give your opinions nicely,
Then they won't mind.

If they do then walk away,
Have nothing to say,
Don't be swayed,
And don't misbehave.

Stay as calm as possible,
Try not to attack.
Trust those who are there for you,
Cause they've got your back.

They all have something to do,
So don't let them get you down.
They all don't know what is true,
They can't be impressed; don't frown.

They all want some kind of proof,
**** them, they're not in your strife.
They all want me to speak the truth,
The truth is "you're not apart of my life"

I feel an overwhelming amount of fear as I watch you lay so still.
I feel anger and regret due to you not being fine.
I feel to scream and shout yet have lost most of my will.
I wish it was me at this time.

Yet tears do not fall from these eyes of mine.

I want to lose this painful ache in my chest.
I want you to stand up and laugh loudly.
I want this day to be an elaborate jest.
I want to be able to hug you again proudly.

Without the need to have tears fall so madly.

They cry around me, that they do.
As your body is lowered, happiness we lack.
They feel your absence more too.
They realise that you will not be back.

My tears shan't fall, else I'll have an attack.

Your Mother is breaking,
Your Friends are bawling,
Your Brothers are shaking,
Family lost and falling.

My tears are still stalling.

Each go their separate ways,
My feet lead me home.
We won't be the same for days,
I wonder why'd you have to go.

The tears fall down painfully slow.

Goodbye, I think as I imagine your smile.
Goodbye, I say as the tears finally pour.
Goodbye, I cry the tears held back for a while.
Goodbye, I finally mourn.

I shed these tears as your spirit surely soars.

I miss you, like we all do.

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.

When a reality becomes too much for someone,
They may try to hide, they may try to run,
Yet somehow they're stuck being someone they shun.  

When a person tries to protect,
They may lose themselves and forget,
The way life makes you regret,
The way your past is already set.

And for those of us who feel strong,
We find our strength doesn't last long,
Forcing yourself to belong,
Will only make you feel wrong.

Don't lock emotions, unlock your empathy,
Don't be too broken, you're only an entity,
You don't have to cry, it won't last forever;

In light, shadows will always sever.

The key to happiness is only a phrase,
Smiling can be classed as a repetitive phase,
Except that feelings contradict it;
Your heart never willing to admit this.

A key to moving on is to find yourself,
Some believe they can do this alone with wealth,
Some think they find this by devoting to fun,

But sometimes nothing has to be done.

Take a breath in,
Look at what you have,
Try to begin,
Don't be held back.

Holding it in will only cause pain,
Saying you're okay is a lie,
Go out and maybe you'll gain,
A new overall insight.

Before we start, we need a way to observe,
Before we continue we need a way to make light,
Before we give up, we need a way to gain nerve,

In life we really need to do more than try.

Your ideology is isolated.

An incomplete variation of my own, that lacks success and makes you depressed as a lifetime of ancestors decide if they should scorn you,

Or if they should mourn too.

Don't patronise me when all I see,
Is a person who's incompletely living a life that makes agony their focused expectation towards a make believe fantasy,

Such twisted reality.

Morality vs humanity.

This aspect alone is putting us all on edge, destroying tranquility at it's finest and making us blind to our own wrongs;

Making everyone else's more prolonged.

Serenity vs diversity.

Which one can impact an entire generation despite being hidden in our subconscious insanity?

Deeply hidden like the oceans secrecy.

I've seen people discriminate, despite knowing it only creates more hatred to stain the mindscape.

Yet like moths to a flame- or people to blame- they continue to recreate the same dishonesty towards those who care, those who rise, those who trust and those who lack policy.

We're all corrupted in a larger version of loyalty.

Where do they lay? I observe as they say that the beast we call love is merely an elaborate escape from lifes contradictions and ridiculous sway.

I wish we could all lose our discriminations some day.

I wish we could all grow and gain understanding towards people and all the sorrow we take in to leave alone.

I'm confused as to why I still wish when I know that it won't be able to work the way my heart wants it to be;

like leaves in the trees, we'll always stay green until a greater force overwhelms and makes us fall alone or in teams,

Changing our colours for the whole world to see.

I view things differently to you, you may disagree- are almost bound to- but I never needed approval anyway so I'm glad that you've read what I've had to say.

And all that I ask is for you to try understanding my claim; I'll do the same even if it's something that I feel needs change- cause this day and age things are more open to explain.

Be grateful for the way we've been made, that we have emotions to use and people to love; making us human despite all our flaws.

It's a beautiful law that makes up our core.

I'm confident, trust me I am,
just when in a new place nothing goes to plan.
I try to approach but still it evokes, a feeling of fear as if I'm going to fall away and never return the same again.

It's hard to trust when I know that I must- I hate being forced into inexplicable sorts- and as sociable as I am, I don't want to make the same mistakes I used to.

I don't want to trust those who'll make me hurt too.

Social anxiety builds when in a situation that you feel you won't make a friend or even an end to the day- a play, the audience sways and you know they want to laugh anyways but God knows you don't want to stay.

Please tell me they won't leave me to lay in my self-dug grave.

Despite my own shock, and mental block, I managed to overcome this ****-stock and socialised- well in my eyes- and am doing just sublime; a lime light I can't fight.

It's as if I've just taken flight for the first time.

But then I think of those who don't have the confifence I have that only grows- I hope they can sore too; within the blue Skys of tranquility.

Knowing that being would others is sometching they can be.

Just be free.