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Have you seen people act
He screams at a shop keeper with words that hurts
He thinks his phone and his looks is what matters the most
His car should be fancier than most
All we look at are things that don't define who we are
If you shout are you a man or does that make people understand
If your phone is expensive that means your rich and you have fans
It's funny how people think so materialistic  now a days
To them the really thing that matters is only a haze
People who clean your street do it for a penny to earn
They deserve my respect than a man with a gold earn
Respect who are below you and know that in the end your made from sand
So if you disrespect him is more better than you
Think deep and don't be a stupid terd
They cry blood
We see them getting buried in the mud
You see them die with bullets thudding to thier chest
And rockets fired in the mist
Houses becoming broken down into dust
Women running to find a shed but getting killed with merciless blood.
They flee to the borders and they get treated with no just.
Mothers and children with no heart as if it is a must.
It pains to see how a man can turn a country to nothing more than a land of dust.
Kills like a vampire craving for blood.
Talking lies and deshonesty to gain people's trust with no soul that cares about them or us.
Isn't it enough how Much you killed for a seat that isn't worth much
A country that has nothing but missery every part you touch
May my heart be yours
May it be enough to get you off this suffering you all feel.
Syria may you always be free.
You are strong standing against the wave of blood and slaughter.
Love you Syria the land of the free.
I’m great, fine, spectacular
In a way I relish every night and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home,
And almost impossible task,
Is finally over,
And so I lie down and wait patiently for the day
That I die.
I cry, I scream, I bowl and sleep,
Even though I have promises to keep
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more
And I ache and burn from my every core.
Then, I’m not alone and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all the tears.
As I am a happy person,
Cheerful all the day
A world full of rainbows,
Not one shade of grey
Of course I’m not okay
I’m not fine
No matter how much I seem to shine
                           I don’t even know why I feel this                          
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip
And end with a knife.
But, I’m still here
No matter what my dreams may say
And I hope that one day
I will actually be okay.
they say your big
they say your huge
when in fact you are small
you say what you can do
but you can't do it
you feel low
you say what you say to make people bow to you
you are surrounded by in fact you are alone
you dress to impress but not to express
express what you really feel
not taking off the mask to show that you are real
you are a mirror that reflects what people need to see
when will that mirror crack and reveal the true you
are you the doll that every one can control
how sad to see you drop and feel alone
not having someone to realize what you truly are about
no one to hug and kiss you and show you how much you mean
no one to sit next you so that you can lean
we think there are aliens in mars
while everyone in earth is an alien
some who are so plain
they curse you with no shame
they hurt you in very mysterious ways
its like you are not worth the pain
we watch aliens **** and evaporate humans
while we eat each others flesh in a way that is so inhuman
we describe anything that is viscous as inhuman
but are humans actually humans......
they can make unlivable anymore
or they can lift your spirits up for a day or two
i think the only aliens we should think about is the human and thats the main.
I am in a bottle
Surrounded by glass
It shakes and rattles
Not in a stable state
The bottle gets kicked but never breaks
Gives satisfaction but from how much it gives its empty
They throw me like I am *****
They took what's in me
To break and shatter my glass.
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