I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are just meaningless
In the reality of things.

I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are wrapped around me,
In the tightest shell I could create.

I'm just another angry kid to you.
My problems are *worthless.

Mummy
Why won't you bring me
Oh bring me home?
That vile red liquid
Makes you horrible
And mean

It always makes the shadows seem darker
More frightening
More real

This place is dark
This place is scary
This place is dank
This place isn't home
And the only person who can bring me home
Is you
But you're stuck,
Forever looking inside that Monster bottle of yours
And not at *me

I want to lock myself away
And never come out again
For fear of the light
And of the people
Who shall criticise
My actions

Wish upon a star;
Go on, fly away far;
Home is ever so lonely now;
Both painful and true;
You left, quite out of the blue;
My child, please come home;
I'll play all your favourite games;
Even the one in the frightful brown mud!
Cold and alone;
This house full of memories;
I want to go with you;
Oh, please take me away;
Aren't the tales real?
Pirates and Pan and Lost Boys too?

Open it, go on,
It's Pandora's Box,
Nothing bad will come of it,
I'm sure!

Nothing bad
You mutter
Nothing bad, I'm sure!

It's opening
Go on, take a peek
It's
*Open

Yawning wide
Against the tide
Of tiredness and drag

Yawning enough
To make muscles tough
Against strain and hate

Yawning small
Lesser the fall.

I regret not taking the chances
To do the things I wanted to do
With you.

Snap,
Shuffle,
Paper,
Flick
Nurse,
Next surgery if you please.
Gloves,
Tools,
Paperwork,
*Fly

Live a little;
You'll be surprised

So you want to speak music,
You, the bulky headphones freak.

So you want to act dramatic,
You, the shy impish freak.

So you want to be all punk,
You, the neon pink adorned freak.

So you want to be the freak,
You, the coward of the class?

If my knee high converse are making you nervous
*Don't worry. It's not the boots that bite. It's the face that does.

If I killed you
Would you prefer
A knife
Or gun?

It wouldn't matter
They'd both produce
Gushing blood
Red blood
The dark liquid that is inside you

You'd bleed
Cry tears
From the wound
That I made
I'd probably look back
And cry for you

But that's just my job
To ****
And to make others bleed

This is most certainly
The strangest case of Not Reality
I have seen in the longest time.
The doctor's words rang in my ears,
His deadly expression curious.

Your family has seen it before,
And obviously passed it unto you.
The doctor shook his head,
His deadly expression curious.

I am rather afraid,
That you have reached stage three
Of the Not Reality.
The doctor smiled sadly,
His deadly expression curious.

I'm worried that I may have
To section you, my dear,
To the ward that cares for Not Reality patients.*
The doctor placed the jacket on me,
His deadly expression curious.

Butterfly Wings and
Bed Springs

Rollercoaster Rides and
Sea Tides

Music's playing and
Jumpers fraying

All the Queens and Kings and
All these little things

The kingdom of the brave!

Look at this apple.
Rosy and round and seemingly perfect on the outside.
Until you get to the core.
All brown mush and mould;
It's rotten.
*****, stinking rotten.
Don't ever look at the inside again;
That way, you won't feel quite so guilty
About the neat exterior.
Because the way the apple is,
Is not how the apple really is.
Rotten.

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Set deep in your skin
They create little tracks
Like Daddy's motorbike on
That deathly moor

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Creating red blood
To swell to the surface
Like Daddy's body on
That deathly moor

Cuts and wounds and scratches
They are
Deep
Angry
Ugly crevices
On the map of your body

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Deep enough as crevices
To fall and sink into
Just like Daddy did on
That deathly moor

Light filters through the windows
Like a little moth
Or pretty butterfly

It floods the dawn
Drowning the hopeful and the tired
Like a cup of sweet tea

Light melts the doubt
Of the depressed
And the lonely

Light,
Beautiful in the daytime
Milky in the moonlight

We've all got time to
Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
Ponder.
Sit.
Wait
Or maybe
Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.

Expression guarded
Hate hidden

Hands ******
Nails digging in

Heart made of stone
Breaking in two

Insides churning
Head hurting

Emotions wild
I'm an angered child

Tension crackles
Full on tackle

Curled in a ball
Why can't I stand tall?

It's stupid
I'm weak

Truth is a disgusting alibi
*Expression guarded.
Hate hidden.

Seasons change, babe,
Get your winter coat on,
The weather isn't going to bend at your command,
The summer sun hates your weak shine,
The autumn moon despises your crescent smile,
And seasons differ, honey,
Get your head on straight,
Pumpkins are gonna leer,
Get over it, dear,
And snow is gonna fall,
So wrap up, darling, in your knitted shawl,
Seasons change, babe,
Nothings gonna change for you,
Oh, nothing is gonna change,
Seasons are obviously not for you,
Wait for spring, love,
'Coz when push turns to pull,
You'll want to leave seasons behind,
Changing,
Changing forever in your midst.

Smudging blue and red
Across our cheeks
And down our noses
Lines pointing to our necks from our chins
We're ready to beat the crap
From our chests
And the bravery from the enemy
Our war paint is something to fear
As we wear it with pride
The Red and Blue
Oozes with greatness;
A title you'll never hold.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, ok?
I'm sorry that I acted that way.
I acted irrationally,
Because I thought it was you I should've hated.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It probably doesn't mean that much.
But I mean it with all of my stubborn, ******* heart.
Will you ever forgive me?
Please?

I didn't realise
What a hardship it would be
Until I truly felt it
Heaving on my shoulders like a boulder

The tiniest of seeds
Can turn into the prettiest of trees

Drip...

The ice melts and drips

Onto withered, frosty grass

Drip...

The ice falls onto

Dead flowers that have no hope

Of ever living again

Drip...

Fingers snapping off

Bits of the ice

That drips onto their thin gloves

Drip...

That sad little sound

That's feeble and painful

To hear after the Christmas parties

That

Drip...

With more fake pretences

Of over exaggerated happiness

And joy

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

The rocks don't stop you,
And neither does your prey's sharp teeth.
Gold, silver, grey and blue,
Darting into salty view,
What a lovely shade and hue,
I want to have you for my own,
And yet,
Here you are,
Away from the net,
Dart, dart, darting away,
Wonder of your fluorescent skin,
Smoother than the smallest pin,
A jokers smile is plastered for show,
Swim, swim, swim away.

You truly are the sweetest soul, my dear.

Things have changed for me,
And that's ok,
I feel the same.*
Why is it that,
Once you really listen,
You understand the words,
And they become clearer to you,
Touching your mind
In ways you wouldn't expect?

I thought I knew
But you didn't, did you?
I guess not
No, of course
My conscience told me I didn't
I did, didn't I?
It puts me down
I do?
And lifts me up
Do I?
Yet, I can't stop it
Yes you can
I am you,
And you are me,
Together as one
I suppose we are
But it goes on
And on
And on

We want to be comfortable, cozy and confident
With who we are
We want to fit in
Like tetrical pieces, finding our place
We want society
To stop
Putting
Pressure
On
Us
We want to be ourselves
Our young, teenage selves
But society doesn't want that
**Don't they?

You Left
Yet you didn't say goodbye
And we were left emerging
Confused

You Left
Yet didn't say goodbye
And we were left wondering
What we did wrong

Here's to growing up,
To the young, the sad and the lonely,
Here's to growing up!
To the fairly old and wrinkled,
Here's to go growing up,
Where life is not so simple,
*Here's to growing up!

I thought,
That maybe, just maybe,
You were interested in the workings of my mind.
How it ticked and tocked.
Why the emotions ricked and rocked.
When the creations exploded out,
In a scurrying storm,
I acted insane;
Gloriously insane.
But yet,
The initial hope
And wear of my first-seen happiness
Has grown too tacky and lifeless
For the likes of you,
Because what I am?
What I have become, created and exposed
Through time and written notes?
*You don't enjoy it like the way you used to.

What have I done
I've done it now
Ended it all
Realised that there is no going back
From that moment forward
Injustice was done
By my hands
My hands are stained
With the blood of another
That knife
The knife that was in my possession
Through the foundations
The foundations of the human body
The body of another
Which is shivering
Shaking
Quivering
Ending
*What have I done?