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Katlyn Scragg Feb 2014
Right now I'm supposed to be doing something else
Anything else really
Maybe listening to you talk
Caring about “where my life’s going to go”
I don’t know it’s just something about you
Don’t get me wrong
You’re a great person and all
But something about your voice
And this conversation
Makes me want to slam a door on my head repeatedly
And the minutes feel like years
I swear the clock has never moved so slow
Like the hands are snails trying to see which one can slide the slowest
to get to an event they didn’t want to go to in the first place
Like me walking to you this morning
Not to sound rude or anything
Katlyn Scragg Jan 2014
One two three four
Don’t open up my bedroom door
The door is locked
My tongue is tied
There’s no way to describe
My feelings inside
As if a hurricane has ripped my vocal cords from my throat
Leaving me breathless
Speechless
Voiceless
As if my mind was water colour paint on a canvas
Now spread and washed by a cloth
My words are silent
My voice is gone
Five six seven eight
No need hurry it’s too late
The lights are off
My mind is wide
The voices in my head are telling me lies
Or truth
I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore
The room is dark my body’s dead
My minds alive
Nine ten eleven twelve
What I say to you you must never tell
I’ll tell you what I think
But what’s always gone unsaid
The hidden stories in my veins
And the endings they’ve been fed
Everything I see is confused with what I imagine
Everything I say might not be out loud
My ups are downs and rights are lefts
I’m lost in this world
Lost in the sound
Twelve eleven ten nine
No more questions I am fine
I’m just tired
I’m not awake
I needed to spill
Something for you to take
I’m happy I swear
I smile wherever I go
Just a mess was going on in my head
A whirlwind of thoughts was filling my mind
Honestly I am fine
I think
Truth be told I’m falling harder and faster than I ever have
Breaking and crumbling
Eight seven six five
Your words are useless my eyes have died
Don’t try to calm me
Or make me feel safe
I lost that feeling when I was awake
Just leave me here trembling on the floor
Let my thoughts engolf me
Let me writhe away
There’s no need to help me
It was a while ago
When I started going away
Four three two one
You’re too late I’m already done
The stories out
My secrets known
My lights gone out
I did what need to be shown
But for you right now I am no fun
So I dare you
Count down
Four three two one
Katlyn Scragg Jan 2014
For all we know, we only have one life to live.
One life to make all of our dreams come true, travel the world and leave no regrets.
Only one life to spend time with the ones you love, do what you want, be who you are.
So why is it that we’re all stuck?
Stuck in these walls of society
Why is it that every time we aspire to be who we are, stand out from the crowd, be a little weird or different; that we can’t.
And why is it that these twisted thoughts are filling our minds about who we “should be” or who we should “want to be?”
When was it decided that being you isn’t always okay?
Our world is full of cookie cutter “perfection”
Full of fake people wandering the streets like robots
Walking around in the same clothes, having the same style, same personality, same ambitions, same dreams… Originality is gone.
What happened to following your dreams?
I’ll tell you what might have happened,
Someone that you once looked up to, an adult in your life told you that the world wasn’t your own playground
And they told you exactly what you have to be like to fit in
And in those seconds, they lit your dreams on fire and made you watch them burn to the ground.
And that one person that you trusted so much flipped the switch that made you into another robot
Just like everyone else
Another cookie cutter
Another cardboard cut out
Just those words changed you into the person you once promised yourself you’d never become.
But I dare to disagree on being “perfect”.
I dare to disagree on society’s creation of what girls and guys should be.
I dare to disagree that being different is bad.
Be true to you; stand out.
Where your rain boots in the sun, dance around and sing as you go.
Because we’ve all created this vision of who we need to be
Even if it doesn’t make us happy
A world where young people walk around school hallways hurting each other
Hurting themselves to fit into the standards of others
Hating everything about them that makes them beautiful.
Makes them special
Wanting to change more than anything
Because, every now and again society flips a switch and the rules change
And you’re never good enough.
From trial and error over and over again most of us have figured out that it’s physically impossible to be perfect.
And why should we ever try to be?
I dare to disagree that you’re not perfect.
Actually, I’m not going to just dare to disagree, I refuse to say that each one of us isn’t perfect in our own way.
Each dorky laugh and snort
Every smile and giggle
And if you ever need motivation that it’s okay to be yourself
Go back to preschool and read Dr. Seuss
Because for most of us
since you were old enough to imagine
He was there telling us that it’s okay to be special and quirky
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
Fill the pages, and
“Today you are you, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive that is youer than you!”
So go out in different coloured socks
Smile a bit
But also think,
It’s not just you
It’s not just you at all
Almost everyone is trying to fit in and find ways to be himself or herself
And be happy
So open up your mind
Accept people for who they are
“We have to dare to be ourselves,
However frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”
Don’t listen to mom, dad, teacher, coach, friends about how to live your life
Because that’s the thing
It’s YOUR life
And as a wise poet once said
“Be who you are and say what you feel
Because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
Katlyn Scragg Jan 2014
Early mornings
Not the mornings where noises and beeps
Stir you from your sleep
And
Not the mornings
Tossing and turning awakens you
From the nightmares replaying in your head
That just won’t let you rest any longer
But more of the mornings
When for no apparent reason at all
You wake up just in time to see the sun start to crawl
Up your walls
Leaving a golden glow
Gingerly you stir in your bed
Because every movement at this hour
Seems a thousand times louder
And you toss and wiggle out of your sheets
Out of the cocoon you made the night before
Your comfort
Your safety
Out of the sheets that now crumpled somewhere in your bed
Below your feet
That hold the warmth that you have left
When dreamy eyes filled with sleep
Barely open
Wanting to take a peek
Outside the window just above your bed
Knowing you woke up just in time to see the sky blushing as it wakes with the world
The rosiness of its’ cheeks
The golden glow in its’ eye
As it peers over the mountain top
Kind of like how you’re kneeling to peer just over your window now
Mornings are bittersweet
A story that only some get to see
A story that comes and goes so quickly
You can almost miss it in a blink of an eye
From amber to rose to yellow and back to blue
Only dreamy eyes can catch the moment
Weary bodies wrapped in tangled sheets
Peering over the window sill

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