Pastries, mince pies,
Cakes & pudding,
Sweets & jellies,
Turkey & stuffing.
Drinking Bailey's,
Eating iced cake,
Going to Times Square for a skate.

He once loved Christmas,
And Martha as well,
Shaved his face,
Then wore a paper bag over his head,
So no one could tell.
It had reminded him of a broken heart,
But now it had doubled in size,
Tears rolled down his face,
And out of his eyes.
He invited all the Who's to the mountain for Christmas dinner,
The whole table was full of food,
And the Grinch felt like a winner.
He started to understand the true meaning of Christmas,
Cindy Lou also taught him how to feel forgiveness.
The Grinch was mean because he thought the world would treat him cruelly again,
But Cindy Lou Who was different than the rest.
Even though the Grinch seemed like he was mean and cold,
He was soft on the inside,
Something that Cindy Lou had always known.

The Grinch stood outside his home,
Glanced down and all around,
Not a frown on a Whoville,
In the whole Whoville town,
He huffed and he sighed and he kicked the snow,
"Another year of stupid lights, carolers, things that glow"
He crossed his arms, tilted his head to the side,
"I wonder could I maybe...steal the presents if I tried"
It was getting late and every Who rested their heads,
Except one name Cindy Lou,
Who was quite late for bed,
She wandered down through the houses,
down a road,
From where the Grinch was standing she was as small as a toad.
He said to himself,
"Oh no!...not up here"
When he noticed she was climbing up the mountain,
He could see her crystal clear,
He ran into his house and locked all his locks,
"Max there's someone coming and I don't like it...a lot!"
The dog barked, panted, chased his tail,
"No Max, I'm not answering the door, you can go break a nail"
But the dog insisted and barked to open the door,
"Shh Max, she'll hear us, throw her some cole"
The girl knocked on the door,
Waiting for an answer,
The Grinch snapped "This is not Santa Clause, Rudolph, or Prancer"
But the little girl could see deep down that the Grinch did have a heart,
That was lost but never found,
It was two sizes too small,
It was brought down to that size,
That's why the Grinch held a grudge for
everybody's so-called happy lives,
When he was young he was given away,
And mocked in school for quite a lot of days.
It wasn't Christmas that he hated so much,
It was how he was treated,
That made him feel being nice wasn't good enough,
So he decided to leave the town of Whoville instead,
"This whole place gives me a pain in my head"
He packed up and left and lived on a mountain,
"Hate hate hate loathe hate!!!" he echoed and shouted.
He lost his spirit of jolly and joy,
Tried to steal all the presents, trees, and toys,
But one out of them all called Cindy Lou Who,
Gave him back the spirit of what he once knew.
His heart gave a thump,
it doubled in size,
"What is this feeling?!" the Grinch suddenly cried,
He felt so numb for so many years,
And all of a sudden...that feeling disappeared.

Sitting by the fire on Christmas Eve,
It's too cold for T-shirts so we wear warm sleeves,
The weather is cold, roofs turned to frost,
The air is crisp, keeping our feet toasty in socks,
Watching jolly movies, Elf, Home Alone, Jack Frost,
Letting out our inner child,
For some, it can be lost.
Puddings, cakes, and mince pies,
Turkeys to be cooked,
By the time Christmas comes around the whole house will be booked,
Rushing, buying, decorating,
This day will be off the hook.
Lights are seen from house to house,
Trees and stars on top,
Going downtown to purchase things,
Running round every shop,
Looking like a National Lampoon,
Christmas music on nonstop.

One more day is left to go,
Until you hear the oohs and ohs,
The Christmas lights illuminate the town,
There should be smiles instead of frowns,
A robins perched upon a branch,
In through the window,
It takes a glance,
It sees the room is dazzling and festive,
And everyone wakes up to go down for breakfast.
The sleepy heads come down the hall,
And there's the tree still standing tall,
Presents are ripped open,
Paper flung in the air,
Then going to church to say their prayers.
They come back home to have their dinner,
Crackers pulled, behold a winner!
The paper crowns placed on their heads,
They talk and laugh and eat, then fed.
Carolers calling to the door,
Each page is turned they sing more and more,
Sit down again and have dessert,
The 25th is Jesus's birth.
Movies watched and stories shared,
Pictures taken and memories that can't be tared,
Snow falls down and the fire is bright,
It gets quite cold and turns to night,
People kiss under the mistletoe,
Kids running to rooms to and fro.
This occasion is done by a collective,
Coming from a Robin's perspective.

A man and his family drove down a white-covered road,
He rolled down his window,
And a ******* was shown.
Christmas had come once again,
The tree was 8 foot,
No probably 10.
The guests had arrived,
The dinner was cooked,
A squirrel jumped out of the tree,
The whole family was shook.
The house lights wouldn't work,
So many times he had tried,
Clark accidentally said,
"It's a bit nipply outside"
He got locked in an attic,
With a towel on his head,
His family didn't know,
But let's leave that unsaid.
The ******* was full,
Let's blame it on Eddie,
Mr Griswold went sledding,
And he definitely wasn't ready.
They were the jolliest bunch of *******,
A crazy nuthouse,
But oh boy oh boy this movie,
Would put a smile on your mouth.

The air was turning crisp,
It was frosty outside,
People wore their cozy coats,
Their was a sparkle in everyone's eyes,
The fireplace was lit,
Some sat by the fire,
Snowflakes started falling from the sky,
From up a little higher.
Beanie hats were bought,
Some preferred some with bobbles on the top,
Everyone was running round from shop to shop.
A few golden lights,
Were seen from the streets,
A woman lit a candle,
& placed her hands above the heat.
A robin landed on her wall,
Just outside her house,
The sign of winter on its way,
November is nearly out.

You don't deserve me,
If you treat me poor,
You don't deserve me,
When you make my heart sore,
You don't deserve me,
If you make me feel like less,
You don't deserve me,
If you treat me like a test.
You don't deserve me,
If you get joy out of my pain,
You don't deserve me,
And don't you dare complain.
If I treated you well,
And still you treated me bad,
You're not worthy,
And I deserve better than that.

Orange, brown leaves,
Fall & sway down from branches on trees,
Everybody wrapped up in their cozy warm sweater & coats,
Sipping on warm coffee & tea.
The sweater weather's here behold,
And summers clothes we start to put away & fold.
We notice spooky decorations already down some streets,
And some of them would give you the creeps,
If you dare,
come take a peek.

Living with social anxiety,
Is like living in survival mode every single day,
Like trying to dodge loads of obstacles in a video game,
It's like standing on the edge of a cliff,
While your heart pounds out of your chest,
While you sweat & you overthink,
And you take shallow breaths.
You don't like crowded places,
Because when you're in one,
The panic attacks are overwhelming,
Self conciousness is not at all fun.
Try being around people,
While you awkwardly stand there,
And your mind is racing even though you don't want to care,
People start to notice, then people start to stare,
So then you end up stuck back in your house,
And depression takes a chair.
It's a storm in a teacup,
That goes round and round,
And you don't know what to do,
How to try and get back out.

Thunder rumbles in the sky,
Lightning strikes from clouds up high,
Terrential rain comes pouring down,
A million hailstones hits the ground,
Stay inside and don't go out,
Don't touch metal or stay too long outside the house.
Avoid the windows,
Wear rubber soles,
And don't go golfing,
Just to get 'Par' in holes.
Don't go near electrical sockets,
It's dangerous so,
Maybe, avoid it?
Just keep safe,
And don't be foolish.

Ruby suddenly realised,
That the hours had wasted away,
Instead of staring like a zombie at a mobile phone,
She could of been out there having a good day.
Ruby felt quite tired,
When she put her phone down,
"This isn't making me feel good at all, it's only making me frown"
"Why am I so exhausted?"
"Like as if I didn't get any rest?!"
A blue light is shining out of your  phone,
Draining your energy,
What do you expect?
Ruby decided to switch her phone off,
"That's enough of that for the day"
She got up from where she was sitting,
Leaving the phone as she walked away.
"A break is something that I need,
What am I doing comparing myself to them?"
"Trying to make me feel like a 0 when I'm more than even a 10"

Ruby picked up her phone,
And clicked on Instagram,
She kept scrolling down through everyone's posts,
And for hours her phone was in her hand.
Ruby saw happy couples,
Smiles on every face,
Picture perfect flawless skin,
Food that looked too good to taste.
Luxuries & mansion houses,
Celebs living great lives,
Models eating salad leaves,
Jeans cinched in at their sides.
Ruby went doomscrolling,
Right down through the reels,
Short video after video,
Purposely addictive,
Cause these companies are hungry for the money, like a meal.

Remember years ago,
When we were young?
Cycling and racing eachother on our bikes with friends out in the warm evening sun,
Waiting for school to be out,
And Friday to come?
Playing games on Windows XP,
Collecting Silly Bandz was fun.
We used to create imaginary worlds,
That was made up in our heads,
And listened to our favourite story,
As we snuggled down in bed,
Every day felt so long,
And a year felt far away,
Watching loads of cartoons, home alone,
But things aren't the same today.
Back then, things were more fun,
And kids acted like kids,
It's like social media has taken away  childhood, like the ones we 2000s kids used to live.
Now instead of making their own fun,
They're watching Tik tok, applying skincare products & foundation!?!
What the hell has happened now,
What's happened to this nation?
It's quite sad when you think about it,
Cause all children should live their childhood,
Because you only get to live it once,
So please don't take it for granted.
Take it from me, at 23,
Don't try to grow up too fast,
Because when you get to a certain age,
You think back & wish that those fun memories & times would last.

God?... They're at it again,
Saying mean things to me,
"Well that doesn't go unnoticed, it's something I can see"
They make fun of my appearance, and laugh at my struggle,
"They shouldn't do that because what's coming to them will be double"
I look down on myself, they make me feel bad,
"You've got potential kid, and you've always had"
Will you answer my prayer please, I need you to listen,
"It's funny cause I even hear you talking to yourself & swearing in the kitchen"
Why do I look like this, I don't like my outfit,
"Get out there & strut your stuff, you look good & don't dare doubt it"
What the hell is wrong with me, I'm not good enough,
"Then why do you think I put you on this earth, you've got a purpose, ya know... Your life & stuff"
What do you mean? I'm always so down,
"You're life is a gift, so please don't you frown"
Really? cause I feel I don't belong,
"I chose to put you here because you are immensely strong"

Social Anxiety,
Doesn't mean that I'm weird,
You don't know me at all,
And I'll make it very clear,
I have many talents,
That you don't even see,
I'm good at many things,
And that's what makes me me.
When I go out,
I get quite overwhelmed,
The panic attacks are awful,
self conciousness turned up to 10,
I get mean looks
everywhere from strangers,
Staring into my face,
Trying to read me like a newspaper.
Getting laughed at isn't nice,
It doesn't help at all,
How would you like to be made feel, So very small?
Calling me awkward,
Making me feel like I'm less,
But wouldn't you act the same out in public,
If your mind was a ****** mess?
Step into my shoes,
And I'll give you what I have,
Is it funny anymore?
Now do you feel very bad?
You were mean to me,
When I was struggling like this,
How does it feel in my shoes,
If the perspective was switched?

I play my guitar,
And strum all the strings,
I've written many songs,
About many different things,
The sound of the chords,
As they are played out,
And the song that I sing,
That comes out of my mouth.
I wrote songs about mental health,
And songs about doubt,
Songs about my dog,
And songs about standing out.
An instrument is a good thing,
A good thing to learn,
Because you express what's inside when you sing,
And get the happiness hormone in return.

Your feelings do matter,
So tell someone whom you can confide,
It's not weak to cry,
And don't bottle it up inside,
The world is also YOUR oyster,
So go out and explore,
And you always do matter,
Now today & before.

Go away depression,
The one that makes me question,
If I'm good enough,
Just checking,
Leaving me always guessing,
Go to therapy,
Another session,
More things I have to mention,
Receiving more direction,
We're not made for perfection.
I am looking for a profession,
To start with some progression,
I'll make a good impression,
And maybe change my perception.

I told you I'm fine,
Even though I'm not,
I want to say it and talk,
But my breath just gets caught.
The lid is quite tight,
And I hold in a lot,
Want to pour it all out,
But don't think that I'll stop.
My thoughts are quite mangled,
Wrapped up in some knots,
And it's hard to unravel,
But I write it down & jot,
To unload all this weight,
Because it feels like I ought,
To release this inside,
And happiness I shall sought.

Who are you to tell me who I am?
You are human,
Just like everyone else on this planet,
You've got flaws, imperfections
And insecurities and habits.
And looking for approval and likes on your gadgets,
Trying to read between the lines and commas and brackets,
Seeing can you figure me out,
But you can't even hack it,
You wear your heart on your sleeve too,
It's just under your jacket,
So stop with the judgements,
And stop with this racket.

I was tired of trying,
And showing my kindness,
When all people did,
Was treat me like a virus.
They didn't appreciate,
What I gave out,
So I ended up hiding,
And covered my mouth.
I lost all my trust,
For everyone I would meet,
Even people I knew,
And some ones that I'd greet.
They thought that my kindness,
Meant that I was weak,
So I became anxious,
And wasn't able to speak.

I'm so tired,
But I can't sleep,
Refrain from gossip, because talk is cheap,
Words like poison, it drips from your fake smiley teeth,
If your nice guy attitude is a mask,
Then what's underneath?

I am walking a thin line between how I see myself,
And how others define,
I try to lift myself up,
But then I'm taken down,
I try to make myself smile,
But there's nothing but a frown.
Tik tok, the hours on the clock,
The seconds and minutes rushing by,
And in a blink of an eye, it's 3 o'clock again,
And I try to get myself out of bed... But I can't.
Even though I know everything I said,
About getting up late,
It shouldn't be a debate,
But I can see it on everyone's face... that they talk,
Staring, counting every second of my walk,
As I go to get a cup of tea,
And I wish that I was free,
From all of this anxiety,
Trapping me, taking control of my life,
Making me stay in my room,
Wallowing in utter doom,
Listening to music to pull me through.

The way things used to be,
Years ago when we were free,
What happened to our society?
Now mobile phones are glued to our hands,
Making quite a lot of demands,
Taking over starting to expand,
Like it's a whole other place,
Another land.
People are consumed by social media,
An unhealthy place is where it'll lead ya,
Picture perfect, flawless but fake,
How much of this can you really take?
Plump up your lips, and have a flat belly,
Don't eat sweets and don't eat jelly,
Be like Megan Fox who's with Machine Gun Kelly,
Be a model that's on the telly.
Have skinny legs and be 6 ft 2,
Only wear heels and don't wear shoes,
See yourself from our view,
Get botox til your face is blue.
Listening to your every word,
We know everything, we've got all the dirt,
Secretly listening to conversations,
Showing you clothes & makeup,
Testing your patience.
It makes you feel like how many followers you have or likes defines who you are,
If you have over 1000 followers, yeah you are a star,
But if you have only 7, oops sorry you didn't get far.
Number and likes don't define you,
Nobody has over 1000 friends,
Your value doesn't decrease based on numbers on social media,
You must be careful because sometimes it can try to mislead ya.

A tear falls from my eye,
Inside of it holds questions why,
Like why you treated me this way,
And acted like I'm the one who's not okay,
Or why I'm always pushed aside,
When I treat them nice & treat them kind,
Or why I'm always ghosted and rejected,
And why I'm hurt and disrespected,
Why I always seem to regret it,
Everything I try and do,
My kindness is taken for granted.
Why are you so cold?
Do you even weep?
And why don't you feel bad?
How can you even sleep?
As I wipe the tear from my cheek,
I'm not asking why anymore,
Because my worth isn't defined,
By someone who has hardly felt this low.

I had a dog named Coco,
I got him when I was 9,
His breed was a longhaired chihuahua,
He had reddish brown fur & brown eyes.
He meant quite a lot to me,
I loved him very much,
A small dog with a big personality,
He'd eat chorizos & such.
He was so hilarious,
He'd skid on his nails across the floor,
He brought joy into my world,
Since I was a little girl.
I remember when I went to get him first,
He was fearful, snappy & scared,
Like as if he was afraid,
And no one ever cared.
He grew up into a friendly dog,
I took him on many walks,
He loved sausages and chorizos,
And when I'd eat, he would watch.
He was a brave little guy,
Would take on a labrador,
He protected me if he sensed anything,
And he always waited at the kitchen door.
He would walk across the windowsill,
Look out, be really nosey,
He'd get excited over the small things,
Like running to his bed which was cozy.
When I was sad,
Coco was there,
When I was anxious,
Coco did care,
When I was happy,
He was happy too,
Dogs always love you,
They love you for you.
They don't judge your flaws, how you look or if you're sad,
If you even have messy hair and you feel really bad.
He always rested his head on my foot,
Looked at me with loving eyes,
And even though he was so small,
His heart was bigger than his size.

It's okay to cry,
It's okay to pout,
It's okay to frown,
It's okay to doubt.
It's okay to stay in bed,
And lie awake at night,
It's okay to give yourself a break,
But don't lose your light.
It's okay to try and fail,
And fail and try again,
That doesn't mean you're a failure,
Or a 0 out of 10.
It's okay to talk,
Not bottle it up inside,
Treat yourself well,
Don't be harsh, just be kind.

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way we talk,
I hate the way you always dress,
And I hate the way you walk.
I hate the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I hate your stupid Doc Marten boots,
And how you always stare,
I hate the way you wear silver rings,
I hate the way you laugh,
I hate the way you play guitar,
I hate your big dumb band.
But what I hate even more,
And it makes me cry & ball,
Is that I actually don't hate you,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
To be honest,
I love the way you look at me,
I love the way we talk,
I love the way you always dress,
And I love the way you walk,
I love the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I love your cool Doc Marten boots,
And how you always care.
I love the way you wear silver rings,
I love your infectious laugh,
I love the way you play guitar,
I love your big dope band.
I pretended that I hated you,
Cause it all just felt like a scheme,
Because I've dealt with too many nightmares,
But you feel like a dream.

I used to trust,
When I was little & small,
A kid that didn't doubt,
A kid that didn't stop nor stall,
It never crossed my mind,
Whether they liked me or not,
Or if I wasn't good enough,
I never had that thought.
I liked the way I was,
My true blue self,
But when I got older,
Something happened to my mental health.
Many people rejected,
The person that I was,
Pushed away & left out,
But it wasn't my fault.
When someone sees your spark,
They try to stamp it out,
They want to see you not do well,
They want to see you down and out,
But what you don't see,
When you feel that low,
Is they've always seen your spark,
They just don't want it to glow,
Because you are amazing,
Just the way you are,
And it's jealousy,
They had for me,
Cause I shone bright like the moon & stars.

Look through the shelves,
Peer through the pages,
Do you like the one that's shiny?
Or the one that's faded?
The shiny ones covered in plastic,
But the other one's not,
Which one do you prefer,
Which book do you like a lot?
Do you like the one with perfect paragraphs,
With not one mistake,
With a shiny cover & reviews that are fake?
Or do you like the one that's mysterious,
That's got chapters of things,
It has many flaws,
Wanna see what it brings?
The one that is shiny,
Was bought many times,
But the story itself,
Wasn't good from the very first line.
The other book that's left there,
That's left at the back of the shelf,
Holds quite a story than anything else.
All you have to do is give it a chance,
And don't judge the cover because the inside could put you in a trance,
Usually the one that is popular is plastic and fake,
But the one that is real shows their flaws and mistakes.

I like the sun,
But I also like the rain,
Falling on the glass from the sky at night,
Onto the window pane,
I lie there glancing at the stars,
They shine down on me from afar,
That feeling when you put some Christmas lights in see-through glass jars,
Lifting up your spirits,
Gleaming down like headlights on cars.

Social Anxiety,
Won't let me speak,
I feel like i'm mute,
And think that I'm weak.
Social Anxiety,
Won't let me express,
The person I truly am,
Makes me feel like I'm less.
Social Anxiety,
Is like anxiety on pills,
And I can't calm down,
"Like, hey brain... will ya chill?!!"
Social Anxiety,
Takes over my life,
Everyone just says,
"That just ain't right"
Social Anxiety,
Get the hell out my way,
I've got dreams to live,
And I've got words to say.

You hide behind your 'nice' disguise,
But in your eyes,
I see you despise,
You criticise with your replies,
When heald accountable,
You make denies,
I recognise that it satisfies ,
And you never want to apologise,
Put me down,
It makes you thrive,
But it makes me laugh how you think I'm not wise.
I can see right through,
& hear your lies,
Yes I can, so don't think twice,
All you want to do is deprive,
Me from having a happy life.

Why don't you do this?
Why don't you do that?
Why do you dress in those?
I don't like that hat
Why don't you have a degree?
Mary down the road has one
Why don't you work?
Awwww you must be dumb.
Why don't you talk more?
You're just too quiet,
Why don't you stand up?
No! Sit down and be silent.
I looked at them straight,
dead in the eyes,
Why don't you shut up
& lemme eat my Mcfricken fries!

This is me,
Just a dog,
Wandering the streets,
Many sights, sniffs of things,
And people I did greet,
I don't know why but I was left
Left alone out here,
My human didn't want me & now I'm stuck in fear.
"Just a dog"
Is what they said,
& dropped the leash that they once did hold,
They drove away with puffs of smoke,
And left me in the cold.
So when a good human approached,
I didn't really trust,
And hid under a car shaking,
cause I didn't like them much.
They gently took me in their arms,
& love was in their eyes,
Was this really who they were,
Or was this just a disguise?
They brought me to a vet,
& then they brought me home,
I realised that not all are bad,
And don't want to see us alone.
This is me,
I'm not just a dog,
I'm now treated like family,
I'm now a best friend to a human,
And they're best friends with me.

You judge so quick,
Without giving me a chance,
Did you know I could sing, create beautiful art & dance?
The song I could sing you,
Could put you in a trance,
And the creations you haven't seen yet, I could place them in your hands.
You're judging me right off the bat,
A flip of a switch & a drop of a hat,
Belittling me, no I don't like that,
Pull the carpet from underneath my feet,
Or was it a matt?
You judge so quick,
My flaws you pick,
Judge the book by it's cover,
Did you look through the pages, did you even flick?

Rain on glass,
Orange pink sunset skies,
Vinyl covered rooms,
& golden sparkling eyes.
Stars going on for miles,
And the moon like a big pizza pie,
Listening to indie music,
& going for a drive.
Chrome covered nails,
Sun shining bright,
This is all the **** that makes me feel alive.

Do you believe in soulmates?
The ones that catch your eye,
They might listen to the same music,
Or write it read or rhyme,
They remind you quite a lot of yourself,
When you're with them you feel whole,
Like they're another piece of your puzzle,
A treasure, a piece of gold.
There is an old belief that Chinese people have,
That an invisible string is connecting you and your person, your other half,
On the woman it's on their pinky & on the man it's on their thumb,
It might sound quite silly but probably not to some.

Look at you!
Look at how far you've come,
Don't doubt yourself or what you can become.
I know sometimes it's hard,
And things in life get heavy,
But God looked at you & decided,
That it's YOU who lives this journey.
He saw your potential,
And sees it everyday,
Even if you think you're weak,
That's a trick your mind will play.
You are beautiful the way you are,
You don't need social medias lies,
Telling you what is true,
And judging every look & size.
You are here to live your life,
You're not here to live for social media,
So please do you, be you,
And don't let it deceive ya.

There once stood a rose,
So beautiful & red,
the petals soft and luminous,
Not one leaf it had shed.
It stood proudly in the ground,
It's roots grew deep & strong,
Until one cold day,
a storm came along.
The gusts tried to knock it,
It heald on for dear life,
But petals started to break away,
Scattered, none in sight.
It started to change,
Rain fell from the skies,
And from the stalk suddenly,
Thorns grew from its sides,
It wasn't the same anymore,
Didn't really trust,
So any time the sun shines,
It still waits for another gust.

Here's some tips,
When you are down,
Get a pen,
And write it now,
Listen to your favourite songs,
Eat healthily,
And dance for too long,
Drink some hot chocolate,
Get a new dog,
Treat yourself,
And sleep like a log!
Do meditation,
And try out yoga,
Drink water with lemons,
Instead of cola (lemons are also nice with cola by the way)
Do exercise,
And buy an exercising machine,
Walk in nature,
And eat some greens,
Eat tomatoes,
They're good for your heart,
Get vitamin D & primrose oil,
& add them to your cart.
Journal & write down how you're feeling,
It's good to get it off your chest,
It's a sort of healing.
It's good to cry,
It releases stress,
It isn't weak,
And doesn't mean you're less.
If you're angry,
Listen to some music with swear words,
It's a good way to feel relief,
And you might feel a weight lifted afterwards.

Inside of me is kindness,
And kindness isn't weak,
It takes a lot of strength & courage to stay kind,
In a world that has people who are mean.
I give out what I would like,
But don't receive it back,
What's wrong with this society,
And chivalry, there is lack.
I won't change who I am,
And become like the ones who hate,
Because my life is not about competition, being nasty or a debate.

It's good to be unique,
A quality that you should keep,
And so is kind, nice & meek,
If they aren't nice to you,
Turn the other cheek,
They can look in and have a peek,
But they are not you,
And can't seek,
What you've found,
Down deep,
Inside of you,
Underneath.

I'm not a famous author,
Or a poet writing books,
But I like to write what comes to mind,
And my rhyming's off the hook.
I don't know where I got it from,
It's probably just a creative mind,
I think outside the box,
And I don't like to be confined.
The words just flow out my brain,
As I write them down,
They all just come to me,
And I don't even know how.
It's just a skill I didn't give up,
And kept on practicing,
Writing, thinking & writing some more,
To see what my thoughts will bring.

The rain fell down from the sky at night,
Tapping on the windows,
With all it's might,
I cuddle down in my bed with delight,
It was like free therapy, it felt so right.
The sunset rises in the morning,
In the dawn,
A bunch of colourful flowers filled with droplets on the lawn,
The morning sky wakes up and let's out a yawn,
I'd say this day ahead might be nice & warm.

When the skies were blue,
And the sun was out,
You were a friend,
Without a doubt,
We talked and we laughed,
This will never end I thought,
But one day you were talking,
And one day you were not.
But when you stopped talking,
Was when the skies turned dark grey,
And I sat in the corner,
And I wasn't okay.
I thought that you would have cared, Not only when it was bright,
But when the clouds closed in,
And it felt like there was no light.
You turned your back to me,
When things weren't going right,
I never thought you'd do that,
No I didn't, not quite.
Now you just act like I'm someone to dislike,
That's why I lost all my trust because I was made feel not alright.

Shame me for my anxiety,
Treat me bad for being quiet,
Talk down to me when I'm depressed,
And then you ask me why I'm silent.
You're angry at me for panicking,
Make me feel like I'm an alien,
Treated like an outsider,
All the time, daily and
All I want is to be my true self,
Cause authenticity is key,
But I fail to be who I am,
I fail to act like me.
I'm sick of being judged,
By family, guests & strangers,
Now every time I'm around people,
My brain thinks I'm in danger.
I don't know what to do,
And I don't know how to change,
My life doesn't feel like a life,
It just feels like a game.

You think that you know me,
When really you don't,
Can you spell out my full name,
I'd surely guess that you won't,
Do you know all my talents,
Or the passions I hold,
Or the places I've been,
Or the stories I've told.
Have you walked in my shoes,
Or the boots on my feet,
If you want to know me,
Come here and take a seat.
Don't listen to gossip,
That oozes from the slandering tongue,
Because they only do that,
When they want me to have no one.
It's jealousy that causes that,
So don't give a listening ear,
Ignore what they say,
Cause it only makes them sneer.
If you want to know me,
Ask me & not them,
Because what comes out from their mouth,
Is what they make up in their own head.

Hey, how are you?
Oh I'm fine,
But what I really wanted to say was my mental health has started to decline,
And all these anxious thoughts they wrap around my brain like thorned vines,
And if I treated you the way you treated me, you'd be at ground 0,
Not at cloud 9,
Look up at the clock there yeah, see that... look at the time,
How would you like to be made feel bad getting up late because of a tired mind?
Everybody ******* out of me while I'm struggling, they can't be kind,
Passing indirect remarks and crossing the line,
Bragging about their lives & counting the dime,
Sneering & leering cause they 'wouldn't want mine',
So don't wonder why I'm down in the dumps,
Because in my life I've hit a lot of bumps,
And you've been mean when I fell down,
You didn't care & then you ask me how I am.