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My life is a mess
I don’t know who I am anymore
How can I be gay if I don’t understand
My own gender role?
How can I be good
If people only see the bad?
How can I be here
If I don’t know where ‘here’ is?
How can I go on living
If I don’t understand life?
How can I have friends
When I am afraid to trust?
How can I get help
If there’s no one around?
How can I exist
If my existence is worthless?
How can I touch lives
When people don’t want me there?
How can I open up
If the doors of my heart are locked?
How can God, or anyone love me
When I don’t love myself?
Do I even know how to feel?
Can I feel other than pain?
The loneliness and questioning
Eats away at my very soul
Until there’s nothing left of me
But the hollow shell of a sad girl
Who only wanted to help others
And feel the respect and companionship
That she was so willing to give everyone else.
But by then, she’s just a useless doll
Without a soul
Without the ability to feel.
The only feeling that flows through my veins
Is melancholy emptiness.
I'm not really able to explain what exactly I'm feeling right now other than confusion and depression. But hey, I guess that's normal for me. It's only a matter of time before I'm put on meds or thrown in the ****** bin... Life can be so cruel sometimes...
Because I am white
I can’t say things right.
Anything I say can and will be used against me
All because I’m white.
I can’t express my feelings
Because anything I say is wrong
Because I’m white.
I don’t have the right
To stand up for myself
As a white American
Because even though we are being attacked
By people of other races simply for being white.
They aren’t racist against us,
We aren’t being oppressed
Because whites are evil.
Every single one of us.
Well, according to you, at least.
But I guess that’s fine,
Because I do have one right
That I can use
Without being judged.
But it’s the loneliest right,
I guess that’s alright,
If it’s the only one I’ve got, then I’ll use it.
The right to remain silent.
It seems like lately even the people who I considered friends are standing up for people who hate white people because A white person did something. Because of course, we're all the same, right? I feel that if I even stand up for myself I get shot down and labeled a racist. Throughout my life, I've had 3 best friends. They've all been Mexican. I have 2 step siblings, and they are half black. Even though we have a huge age difference, I still consider them my siblings. Race isn't even a part of it. But people don't look at these things, they look at my skin color. Because I'm white, even if I support people of other races, there's still the checkered past of American white people that follows me everywhere. I guess if I just don't talk to anyone, I can't say anything wrong right? I feel oppressed, because people throw what other people have done in my face and claim I am the same. And everyone says white people aren't oppressed. Because, how can you be oppressed if people in history with the same skin color have oppressed others?
We met just once,
But you still love me
You say I’m beautiful
When I don’t see it
We only talk on social media
But you make me feel like I belong
I hope that I can see you again,
I wish you lived closer to us
I wish you and my dad got along
Even though we met just once
I’m glad that you are in my life.
This is about my uncle. I've only met him in person once, but he always responds to my statuses on Facebook, and is always there for me when I'm upset. I figured he deserved a poem.
For some months I’ve felt alone
Then all my friends want to talk to me
The damage is done
I’m already gone
A low life, no life loser.
I’ve found myself unlovable
I have a horrid fear
Of being with someone
Of being loved by someone
And after this damage is done
People tell me they love me
I don’t want to tell them
I don’t want to break their hearts
For the truth is, I love them too,
But I am too afraid
Of what could happen,
Of what would happen.
Why do people wait
Till the damage is done
To tell others their feelings?
I want to love
And to be loved,
But I can’t.
Fear has taken over my life
A fear of commitment
A fear of change
I would love to love you
But I can’t.
I’m too afraid.
All weekend, I was hanging out with friends, when I've been so used to everyone being too busy for me, or have friends that they can do drugs with (I don't do drugs or drink, so a lot of times, this is a turn off for people). Both days, they were asking "Are you ok?" because I was really uncomfortable being out and about with people, as it had been a while since people wanted to be with me. I also have a strong fear of being in a relationship, I believe it is because of my ex, who had assumed after we had our first kiss, we were going to get married. There was a lot of emotional trauma, as he was a homophobe, and hated the fact that I was not straight. Because of this, I believe that is where my fear of relationships came from. But yesterday, a friend called me to tell me another friend liked me, and she even came on the phone to confirm this. I am deathly afraid and don't know what to do.
I’m a little crazy
I may be insane
But Music is my antidote
Music saves my brain.
They say I need therapy
They say that I’m depressed
But music is my antidote
I’m no longer suppressed.
I can finally be myself,
I can finally stand
Music is what kept me sane,
Someday, I'll start a band.
Again, backing away from the doom and gloom, while continuing to stay true to myself. This one actually had poetic structure. Creative writing teachers everywhere would be proud. Haha, but seriously, if it wasn't for music, I would be in a darker place than I currently am.
I miss your laugh
The way you smile
The way you tease,
I wish you were here.
When you moved away
It shattered my heart
I forgot how to love
I forgot how to smile
I wish you were here.
My life has been empty
Without your embrace
And I just wish
I could see your smiling face.
I wish you were here.
I figured it was time for a change of pace. Its one about love, instead of the gloomy poems I am so accustomed to writing. It is about the girl I love, who moved to a different state. We had been dating for about 6 months when her mom found a job elsewhere and they packed up and moved. We are still in contact today.
You only talk to me when I’m with him,
Like I’m invisible
Are you my friend?
Or do you just
Politely acknowledge me
Because I’m with him?
I’m his friend
And you’re his friend
But you don’t really consider me a friend…
Do you?
We used to talk,
But now I realize,
It was only when he was there
As if the only reason I am seen
Is because I’m seen with him.
My best friend is popular,
And I am an outcast
So I only have friends
When I’m with my best friend.
My best friend has so many friends, and a lot of them do often consider me a friend, but it seems like they only talk to me when we both happen to be hanging out with him at the same time. It makes me feel so alone, but I don't want to be selfish and ask my friend to only hang out with me, he has his life and I have mine, and I can't let my feelings get in the way of things... It seems like most of my poetry is about him...
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