You’re so boring
For some reason you wanna paint in between the lines
And wear jeans and a hoodie
When you know we’re bomb at painting magical exploding rainbows
And we’d look hot as **** in ***** shorts and some weird *** parachute looking shirt
You do our makeup normally
When we should be drawing our eyeliner into dolphins or some ****
Why wear pink lipstick when we can wear black?
You always make us stay quiet when someone’s being a ****
And for gods sake, why can’t I have ****** relations with that stranger?
Well crap thats a bad line I should probably delete that
But I won’t.
We should make a sign and protest something ,
You know you want to.
And come on,
Live a little,
Why do you gotta find a job right now when we could be spending all our time eating cheetos
And playing gamecube
Let’s go to a party,  I wanna dance.
I don’t care if we should be asleep by 10

My brain says no ally,
We have to grow up.
But what if we don’t want to?
What if we wanna live fun and die young?
Why’d we stop being friends with that girl she was pretty cool and we made out a few times
She didn’t do anything wrong?
My brain says that’s how life works,
That girl isn’t going anywhere in life we need to be surrounded by success
But why brain?
Why is success so boring?
My brain says I don’t know guys
I dont know

I can erase your name
From a white sheet of paper
And never have to read it again-

But can I erase your face
From the crevices of my brain,
So I never have to see you again?

The answer to the question
Is no.

These scruffy marks and
little ***** of soft pink rubber
Tend to ease my mind at 2am at night

Because one day maybe your face
Will disappear from my mind
Like the lost words-on this sheet of paper.

It's 2:30 A.M.
And all I can think about
Is how my currently exposed
Naked body
Could currently be in some creeper guys view and he could be wanking it to the sight of a teenage girl freshly out of the shower
But I really don't care.
It's 2:32 A.M and all I can think about
Is that kid in math class that
Makes these jokes which put me in a state of a constant
“What the **** dude”
It's 2:32 A.M and I'm still thinking about
That kid in math class but i'm realizing that he's actually a pretty sweet kid
It's 2:33 A.M
And all I can think about is
It's 2:34 A.M
And all I can think about is that one time when I ****** up that one thing
It's 2:35 A.M and
All I can think about
Is in 7 months I'll be a legal adult
****.
It's 2:36 A.M
And all I can think about
Is well
Nothing, and I can finally sleep.

I took a shower tonight.
But I didn't wash my hair
Or my body or my face
Or even my toes.
I took a shower tonight.
And although the water was as hot as it can go
I stepped in and my whole body froze
From my hair
To my body to my face
To my toes.
I took a shower tonight.
And I just sat on the shower floor
I put my face in my knees
Let the billion clear little razors
Roll down my back
And down the drain.
I didn't cry.
I didn't break down.
I took a shower tonight.
And I just sat on the ground
And I sat in the shower.
Till the hot water turned cold.
Three hours of sitting
of mini razor blades rolling gently down my back
And in just a moment.
I'll get in my bed.
And I'll lay.
For about six to seven hours.
Until seven am
And then I'll put on my eyeliner
And be on my way.

People say I won't succeed
Or go anywhere in life
With no high school diploma
Buti like to think about how
One day
They’re all going to be working a desk job
9-5
Every day
Working their life's away
Miserable ******* robots
But i’m going to be writing,
I'm going to be signing books left and right and
People
All over the world
Will want to be me
They will want to be me
You
Will want to be me
Because I have no limits
I have no regrets
I will never
Have any regrets
And I don’t need a stupid piece of paper
With my name on it that tells me
“Congrats you’re successfully fit to this robotic society
You’ve survived four years of pointless
Quadratic formulas
And reenacting hamlet
For a group of classmates
That are secretly judging you
For that little hair that’s out of place”

I don’t want that type of success
If it can even be considered success at all
Earning 8 dollars and 50 cents an hour
Sweating over a desk
Wearing a suit that’s wedging into places
Suits shouldn’t be
I want
FREEDOM
I want to stay up till 2am writing a new poem that everybody’s going to love
I want to go to quote on quote
“Work”
Wearing pajamas
Or maybe nothing at all
Because writing will be my work
And at first it probably won’t make me much money
But it’ll definitely make me happy and shouldn’t
That be all that ******* matters
When you’re choosing your career?
Why does little pieces of green paper
Define what you will be doing for the rest of your life
Why take orders from somebody else and
Take note of things that make no sense
All day every day
If that’s not what gets your motor running

I will succeed with the pencil in my hand
And the passion in my heart
I will succeed and you
You will be a robot