Screaming match
Angry words
MOM, SHE LOOKED AT ME!
No one has patience
Isn't this the season
To be happy
Joyful
Together
Than why
Does being in the same room
Force us to hate each other
Automatically
Sometimes
We are the best of friends
Sharing secrets
Or just being ridiculous
But more often
We are at each others throats
For things that do not anger
The average person
At what point is family togetherness
Too Much
Because
I don't think
We can handle
Anymore of each other

Why do girls gossip?
What's the appeal?
Why do they hate?
They know everyone feels

Why do girls complain?
About the stupidest things?
They hold petty grudges
About wishes and dreams

But you can't wish for gold
And get it the next day
You have to work hard
Just to go that way

She didn't steal your opportunity
You never took it, you see
You can't wish for gold
Or call dibs on things

It's stupid and embarrassing
I can't be near you
Not when you say things
That are obviously untrue

Why do you gossip?
About people better than you?
Get your own life, girl
You'll have something better to do

Blurred images
Hazy edged pictures
Images with burn holes 
Things to see behind
Clouds of lingering sleep
This is the first time in awhile
I've actually felt okay
The world is still moving to fast 
And me too slow
But my mind has a window
So I can see and hear 
Though my throat still 
Struggles for sounds
My hands form letters
That form words
That form phrases
My thoughts on pages 
My feelings on paper 
My soul wrapped into words
That will never be spoken 

These are my own words written by someone else, hope you guys enjoy my first poem in a while, things are actually improving. If im lucky i'll survive -Andy

Why am I not Happy?
I live a good life.
Good Friends,
Good family,

Good everything.

I'm not hungry
I'm not worrying about my medicine
I have a roof over my head.

But why am I not happy then?

Is it because of that whispering thought
Your friends think your annoying
Your parents are tired of you
You're ugly.

And you feel even sadder.

But then that other voice pipes in.
What are you doing!?
Why are you feeling so sorry for yourself?!

And you become guilty

What are you doing?!
You have a house and clothes
Food and medicine
Stop moping around!

And you feel even worse

You start aching
When you walk
And when you breath

And you become tired.

And soon, crying is every day
You can't tell anyone
And soon you feel the worst part
Of this vicious *****

Now you're alone.