They said high school was a home of learning Oh I learned alright They said it would construct my future All it did was destroy me with the past They said it would be safe They have no defense over the demons They said it would develop me as a person But I remain who I was... only shattered
They said so many things, yet understood so little
This goes to the pillow-clutchers to the broken who carry soaked and salty handkerchiefs to the flesh that thrive for streaks of red dripping out to the souls that are constantly bombarded by screeches of lies Lies that overrun every beauty in and out Lies that lead to masochistic actions Waiting for the second heartbeat after every punch Hoping this would free the monsters trapped within This goes to the insecure No, we are not emo How can one contain our being in just three letters? We are not superficial pain lovers We are violated, dispirited, downhearted, beaten, unsettled, splintered, forgotten But we will never be merely emo
A high school is not filled with students It is filled with labels, rumors, divisions and fake personas filled with eyes that look straight into your soul filled with whispers that spread like a virus Getting worse and worse after every ear it has jumped into Savages looking for the flaw that can destroy you Until you break and mindlessly follow their example
High school is where you lose who you are And be who everyone else wants you to be
Everyone thought I was just being vain Always staring at the mirror, trying to be cute Never did it come into their minds that I was already believing the lies ready to accept the rumors using FINE as my own maxim **** I'm Never Enough But I waited Waited for someone to drive out the beasts to heal my scars to fill my emptiness Yet until now I remain drenched in loneliness and fear
High school is worse than hell A quick and small crack in your soul hurts more Than an eternal burn of your flesh This is why we're ready to see the light come out of our eyes But I'm holding on For you need pain before you're declared strong For you need darkness before you see the stars For you need death before you reach heaven For where there are angels, *there will always be demons
Extremely personal poem. Forgive the length. - a.b.