It's hard to think an anonymous person is more reliable than the one you care for.
An anonymous source, someone to spill your secrets to,
They can't judge because they're here for the same reasons as you.
And yes it's a hard thing to admit,
But the best poems come from the times you feel like ****.
And sometimes that anonymous source is all you got,
Willing to listen to every twisted, ****** up thought.
When the real person's not...
When the real ones gone
So anon is the only thing that keeps you strong
And some might say the fact he's anonymous is creepy.
But I say, all the more reason to express yourself freely.
There is no emotional tie to him
Just the thoughts he allows you to spill onto him.
No pressure because his sole purpose is to listen.
And he's always around
Ready to lift you up when your feeling down
With simple words like "Your writing is neat"
Or saying he thinks your sweet.
there isnt anything wrong with being anonymous,
As long as you don't look too far into it.

Simon Says
Do not treat your yourself as an object
But do not object when others treat you as one

Simon Says
Do not hurt yourself
But do not react when someone else does

Simon Says
Do not listen to those who say you cannot
But do not show them you can

Simon Says
Be yourself
But only under the cover of being alone

Simon Says
Hold your ground
But bow down when those above you walk by

Simon Says
Your Morals are important
Unless they contradict mine

So remain original
But fit in with the crowd

Society Says

We each take a hit
1, 2, 3,
Breathe.
How do you feel?
Lifted
Faded
Gone
High
Better...
Better?
Yeah, better.
Another hit
3, 2, 1,
Breathe
How do you feel?
Higher
Smile
Nothing to worry about.
Giggle
At the smallest things
Life feels like a dream
Tingles
Across my legs
Sweet tastes in my mouth
Heightened sense
One more hit
1, 2, 3
Choke
How do you feel?
Sick
Depressed
Angry
Sad
How do I look?
Dead

Let me buy you everything you need
Then let me buy you what you want
Then let me buy you what's left on the shelves
Because I love you
So I'm gonna buy you the world

I'm sorry I'm always gone
Let me buy you this camera
So we can talk while I'm at my job
I'm sorry I didn't answer
I'm working so hard so I can buy your love

I'm sorry I left you waiting
Let me buy you this car
You see then you dont have to wait
For me to drive where you are
Because I'm so busy working
So I can buy your love

Why would you think I don't care?
I'm working 3 jobs to give you everything
Here, take these precious pearls
And have this diamond ring
Please, stay with me
I can give you what you need

Let me buy your love

At 18 he is an Adult
His eighteen years on earth have made him that
His eighteen years of growing, show offing, caring, becoming
Have made him become a man

At 15 she is still a child
Though enduring the same kind of struggle as him she is a child
Because he has endured it longer
Her fifteen years of being alive have taught her nothing compared to the three years left before adulthood

At 3 years apart they are friends
Maybe more, close enough
But darling, three years is a bit too much

Our society has an odd obsession with numbers
It also has an odd obssesion of deciding when one has been alive enough years to give consent
Shoving the idea of age down our throats as if it is the most important thing

She doesnt know what it means to love because she is far too young
I dont mean to be rude
But as a 32 year old single mother raising 3 children
do you?
Does your age define your maturity?
Because I'm not supposed to know how to say no to ***
But I do.

At 18 he is an adult
At 15 she is a child
But at what age are we allowed to fall in love?