I'm one step closer to
Losing my ****, I say,
Knowing very well that
I'll need more than prayers
To keep me in a state of contempt.

Am I too much to handle?
Socrates once questioned
His own existence, so
Why can't I? There'll be
Nothing left of this page
If I speak my mind
And scatter my brain matter
Onto these overnight fears  --
Not in a literal sense, unfortunately,
But in a way only I can see.

When I think about the times I
Ever had a true sense of keenness,
All I see is a notepad with
As much emptiness as
The ideas inside of my cranium --
But look at the **** you'r--
Can I be any more clear? This ****
Is nothing but another daily reminder
We tell ourselves each day; don't
Act like you haven't thought this way.

When I've found the answer,
I can say that my abstract outbalanced
The complex and my bad outweighed
The good, because what else can't
A 16-year-old boy keep to himself?

I know this world will never be perfect
As long as hate and disapproval exist
It is the end of 2014,
And we have improved so much—
But where would we be
If we stopped now?

I want to see happiness slam through
This world like a battering ram
I want a brighter and ignorant-free future;
All we look toward is discrimination
We need to stop fighting over everything
When will we realize that we're all the same,
That we're all different for a specific reason?
It doesn't matter what you believe in, or
What we choose to convince one another,
Open your heart up a little
And let happiness pour in—
Only then will things become better.

Ignore the television,
Ignore the internet,
Ignore the ignorance,
Ignore the troubles,
Listen to your voice;
It is telling you to speak out.

The feelings come and go
And I guess
I can't change the fact
That I have a problem
But how foolish is that?

I feel like a criminal
Without a guilty conscience
I took away your chance
At getting to know me
And I'm sorry for that
But I don't feel anything
Except what you want me
To feel.

I ******* up
Like I almost always do
By now it's engraved
Into my personal issues
And I want to cry on the inside
But I choose to awkwardly sit
And refrain from my emotions
And I'll never find out why that is.

When was the last time
you looked in the mirror
and recognized yourself?

In a world filled of ignorance,
it's no wonder we live
as strangers to ourselves.

I walk in the club
And I see it all
No friends around,
But I don't need 'em
I've got this feeling
And I intend to listen to it
The floor gets quiet
As I let myself loose
Everyone is interested
In those wonderful moves
I hope no one is offended
By the way those hoops dance.

I have yet
to truly find
a happy poet.

I have a body made up of skin
and a heart made up of stone
I wish I could rip it out of my chest
and stomp out all of the darkness
I have too much pain inside
to be choking with pride.

Am I drowning?
No,
you don't need water
to feel that way.