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we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die
anonymous avengers
 Dec 2018 Priya Sapra
Emily
Can you see my struggle?
Can you see my pain?
Can you see my past?
Can you see my family?
Can you see my rage?
Can you see my depression?
Can you see my faith?
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear my struggle?
Can you hear my pain?
Can you hear my screams?
Can you hear my depression?
Can you hear my voice, who I really am?
Can you see me? can you hear me?
No.
Because you never really tried and you never will.
I find that people love to judge others yet don't love to be judged, I wrote this for the people who has been judged with out others knowing who they really are, without others knowing what they've been threw or how they feel. for those who want to be heard but cant find there voice.
 Dec 2018 Priya Sapra
Sylph
"Aw baby girl, Wheres that smile, that brightened every bad day, And made it worth pushing through another?"

"Well dad, You see, Life happened to me, That light i could once see is so faded i barely want to push through the dark anymore."
 Dec 2018 Priya Sapra
Kaity
this isn’t going to make sense
cause it’s not supposed to
and if I’m being honest
this isn’t for you
it’s not even for me

I’m stuck
I’m trapped
I’m lost
I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end

I’m typing on a ****** phone
That’s connected to a ****** connection
That could possibly be a metaphor for my life

I’m writing
Because I don’t know what else to do

I’m writing
Cause that’s what they told me to do

But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true
That I’m special and I just don’t see it

But that’s the thing
I don’t see it

And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does

And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true

What matters is that it’s in my head
What matters is that it’s always there

But here I am
Stuck in the same place
Back to square one
No progress made
The same questions, whether true or not

Will I amount to anything?
Do I really help?
Am I really worthwhile?
Do you actually care?

I see these people
When I’m online
They smile and post
They edit and pose

I can’t help but wonder

Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me?
Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me?
Do you understand what I feel?

Or is it just me?

I’m not trying to be selfish
I don’t want a lot
I just want to be happy
And I want others to be happy with me
But neither is happening

So instead there’s a poem
That doesn’t even ryhme
That makes no sense
  I’ll try harder
Right person at the wrong time?
But maybe there isn't a wrong time
If it's the right person
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