Alexandra Meelan

Alexandra Meelan Feb 2019

I was crying
because it hurt
I was crying
because it hurt my feelings
I was crying
because I have feelings
I was crying
because no one cared
I was crying
because no one would help

I stopped crying
because it hurt less
I stopped crying
because I caused myself pain
I stopped crying
because I gave myself
something different to cry about
I stopped crying
because I was strong enough
to handle a different pain
I stopped crying
because I hurt myself.

Alexandra Meelan Oct 2018

Respect

So why do parents,
teachers,
and adults
get to demean
and belittle
kids or teens
and call it
Discipline.
But when a child
steps up
to defend themselves
they consider it
disrespectful?
They just expect us
to give them respect.
Just hand it over to them
like they're a god or something.
I believe in
respect earned.
You cannot just throw me
in a classroom
or an office
and expect me
to automatically praise you.
think of it as a
form of reciprocation.
Give what you shall
receive in return.

Alexandra Meelan Oct 2018

Stressed

*****, doesn't it?
To not be able to focus on anything?
Remember to do things?
Entertain yourself, while
Still trying to get everything under control?
So begins an endless cycle of
Emotions that cannot be contained.
Doesn't it just ****?

Alexandra Meelan Aug 2018

Confusion

Back in this prison,
                               Confused,
but not.

Not sure what to think,
                                         dazed,
but not.

Well aware of my surroundings,
                                                    blind,
but not.

Wanting to leave.
                                                          staying,
but not.

These people perplex me.
                                                                 crying,
but not.

I don't know how to feel,
                                                                       Confused
but not.

Alexandra Meelan May 2018

I am Life

Yin
Yang
Both compose
Me
Good
Bad
WIth me,
They are,
Balanced
I am
Everything
Yet to some,
I am nothing
One day,
I was given
To a small child.
The child was
Hopeful.
Loved me.
Couldn't give me up
For anything
At first.
But I crashed down
With
Wave
Upon wave
The child began to
Hate me.
Why?
I'm just doing
What I was made for
Produce,
Good times,
And,
Hardships.
Both equal,
Yes?
But the child,
Didn't want me
Anymore.
It hurt for me
To leave.
It hurt the
Poor,
Poor,
Child.
I didn't want to go
But,
The child made me.
I was nothing but
Pain.
Perhaps,
I am not a good thing
Perhaps,
I am not balanced
More bad,
Than good?
I suppose.
But that's just how
I am.
Aren't I?

Alexandra Meelan May 2018

Harmony

The sun breaks the night,
and the moon breaks the day.
Yet, both live in harmony