Why am I yelling?
Why am I angry?
The hate keeps swelling
just feeding the fire.

The water inside
is just boiling out
There's no way to hide
it's making me shout.

But if it spills over
how will it end?
will it finally takeover?
I didn't mean to offend.

This poem's fake
But what did you expect?
With me being pushed so hard
How am I supposed to connect?
I'll type up something that provokes emotion
But makes you lose a little respect.
I'll say, "It's the flow of the ocean"
To cover up what I feel
I'll keep it short
But I'll keep it sharp.
My poems, like me, are fake
But you like it nonetheless.

While standing I'm up so high
After so long it feels right
You don't even have to try
You'll be soaring, like a kite.

Standing beats laying down
Would you rather
Stand and walk around town
Or laze around.

But don't stand too long
Or else you might fall
So try to stay strong
Move past this life's wall.

I'm a scarecrow
I sit there and watch
I think of what I can do
But I just continue to stare

I'm a scarecrow
I'm hollow except for hay
I let my insides spill out
But no one seems to care

You aren't unique
and neither am I
We're not something new
we're not something special
We're just more people
taking up more resources

I like watching those in pain
I like being the one in pain
I like to think it makes me sane
I like getting to play this game

I like repeating the same thing day after day
I like unfinished stories I'll make them my way
I like being the one that doesn't get a say
I like the silence, it'll keep them at bay

I like sitting on my bed
I like letting you finish this instead.