You chipped away at the wall I put up until you made a gaping hole.

Then you left, so I filed it with cement.

Stop. Stop.
Stop demanding.
I won't give in.
I can't.
Don't you see what's inside me?
This pent up rage at you.
Don't look now
But
I detest you.
I'll never give in.
Not with you.
Not for you.
Not ever.

How do you explain the unexplainable?
How do you describe the indescribable?

What I'm trying to say is,
how do I talk about you?

He was only 16,
                                                          ­      He wanted to join,
he was too young to die,
                                                         ­       he was old enough to fight,
the loss for his family,
                                                      ­          for the good of his country,
he had so much to live for,
                                                         ­       he had so much to die for,
that poor boy,*
                                                         ­       that good boy.

Because I was always taught
That when you take your glasses off
You can no longer see the stars

Some people say I work too hard

I agree

I work too hard trying to keep my head above water
I work too hard trying to impress other people
I work too hard trying to suppress my emotions
I work too hard trying to 'stay strong' in the face of ridicule
I work too hard trying to keep my teachers happy

And honestly

I work too hard trying to act like I don't