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8W
You truly are the sweetest soul, my dear.
Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my heart tells me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my tears tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my trembling lips tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my wobbling insides tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my upset mind set tells me so.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we despise those around us.
We hate how we look in the mirror,
Simply because we see the faults in the curves of our ribs.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we don't understand those around us.
We hate how the grey/pink wrinkles of our brains looks,
Simply because we don't have an IQ higher than our own.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we do not like stereotypes.
We hate the sharpness of society's knife,
Simply because *the human race isn't that simple.
Oh honey, please.
I'm so done with your *******.
To all those ******* out there...
My heart aches
For something I do not have
Or have grasped truly for quite some time
I see the happiness of others
And my head cries out for something like that too
Yet I can't give what my mind and heart desires
Seeing as nobody else can realise quite how lonely
And isolated is this teen.
I often wonder what it's like,
To have a led a very different life,
Where camera flashes
And fans gate crashing concerts
Are really rather normal;
A life where sword throwing
And fire eating
Is how you earn your livings;
A journey where you are enrolled in other lives
And act a million more;
A destination, a goal, a life,
Where it isn't just plain old *me.
I shiver with pain
They call me insane
But what do they see?
Just the outer part of me?

I cannot breathe,
Because I am insane,
They just looked over
And tagged me a name
But do they see the soul my insides claim?

I do not know
If I am blind
Or if I am surrounded by blindness.
Just attempted to make a poem. Doesn't look so well but it's worth a try.
We're just kids battling depression
We're just children battling anxiety
We're just teens battling stress
We're just not quite adults battling fear
We're just at that age battling nothing really matters
We're just kids battling bullies
We're just children battling stupid *****
We're just teens battling terrifying stereotypes
*We're just kids
I have no hope
Of tomorrow ever appearing.
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