Why do people insist in the use of figurative language
I am not as blue as the sky (simile)
This sadness is not swallowing me whole (hyperbole)
My tears are not carving new paths down the skin covering my cheeks (imagery)
The frown I wear is not eating the happiness off my face (personification)
This feeling is not a storm that won’t subside (metaphor)
I am not softly shaking so someone stops to shush my sobs (alliteration)
You can’t hear the smashing of tears on the table (onomatopoeia)
There is no way to make this pain sound beautiful
I am sad, plain and simple.
Deal with it.

I thought I was a gladiator
no suit
but able to save Rome from the fall.
I thought I could bring peace to us all.
But  I  am  the  fall.
I am Rome.
With no team to call upon.
I am burning and burning,
madly playing my song
and here there are no homes.
and no meaning given to a throne.
I am pillaged.
I am plagued.
I will be this burning city for the rest of my days.
And I could never ask you townspeople,
(Who loved my city,
Who worshiped in my churches,
Who dreamt of lives here)
To be able to be peaceful
and forgiving of my ways.
to live with no fear.
I am Rome
Made of ashes, smoking quietly here.
I am alone for the rest of time,
I truthfully fear.

Music

Music is a soothing melody
the sound of love and heartbreak.

It is anger, and yelling at the world.
It is despair, hurt and depression.

It is happiness, a new beginning
and the sound of birds chirping.

It gives me a release
Somewhere to go when I have nowhere else

It describes everything I feel
in so few words.

Tired

I’m tired
Tired of being lied to


Tired of being told to be myself
But also be other people at the same time


I’m tired of being judged
Tired of being talked about


Tired of being hurt
Tired of everything.

The saddest thing I’ve seen
Is in winter
When all the plants die.

It’s because they **** all their colour into their roots
So they survive the winter

That’s how I think of me
A tiny plant
Stuck in the middle of an ocean of others
Trodden on

Winter is my teen years
Once it’s over
I’ll flourish
hopefully