I got this great sensation.
With a broad imagination
And I love to think
Where other brains are weak
So educate me
Teach me that one plus one in ya bedroom
Means later on a wife and groom
That if I don't pull out and stay in
9months from now we got a baby coming
We all need education
No don't put me no class room I want hands on
I want to touch feel and embrace the sun
And yes I know its hot
But so was you and look what I got
I'm getting educated
Now that I know about the birds and the bees
I got a lil knowledge on astrolegy
Can we go on please
Without this thing called education the brain is dead
She brought me to life the first time I got in her bed
She educated me taught me things I never knew
Like you can have sharp pains in ya heart from what someone else might do
That you can be heart broken yea she taught that to me
She also demonstrated that one time she left me
Education
Although sad for her to go I'm glad she taught me about *******
Or else I would be in a world of shyt
Sexually fustrated holding all these nuts in
Man **** education half of the shyt we don't use
And knowing one plus one don't stop ya heart from getting bruised
I hate education of life I should of stayed in public schools
Instead of coming out to the real world and takin off my sschool shoes
I don't want to learn
That falling in love sometimes can burn
**** you education
I'm gonna make a collabaration of the two
The real world / school education and sell it to ya kids in school
So they won't be fooled
When someone comes and try to educate them
And still I have a great sensation with a broad imagination
I got my books pen and paper early preperation
For this shyt called education

I'm Fustrated
At myself
Mostly
In you
A little
I want to tell you
I like you
A lot
A **** load
Okay
Like yeah
But
I can't
I'm fucken scared
Scared it'll ruin what we have
Already
Fucken scared
It'll ruin our friendship
What do I do

I need a sign
Something's gotta give
Im tired and stressed out
I can't live my life like this

Im tossing and turning
Something's got a hold on me
It's the same thing different day
Will I ever be free

As hard as I try
It's just never good enough
I'm mad, fustrated, and angry
I'm always with the worst luck

I want to live my life
I want to believe in myself
Just a stress-free environment
I just wish i had help

I wish i could go back
To where everything was ok
We didnt have to be worried
and the tomorrows were better days

I can't sleep
The insomniac back
I want him
I have him
But not quite
He doesn't know I like him
Idk if he likes me
I'm stuck
Idk what to do
I'm upset
Fustrated
Sad
Angry
Messed up
Verge of tears
This fucken ****
*****
I hate this *******

You don't know how fustrated someone is, how angry and depressed they are until they tell you that they are.

My dad says I'm too nice, and laughs 'never let them feel safe'
My mum says I try too hard, and is fustrated. 'it will be ok, I promise'
My friends see my heart on my sleeve, and despair. 'I don't know why you do it to yourself'
And I stand back, see this happening.
Like my friend is being hurt, and I'm too chicken to help.
Like a game, I was never meant to win.
So when it happens again, there is no-one left to blame, but myself
A child, unable to learn a lesson in ****** up world.
The rules keep changing. I am lost.
People keep getting hurt.
Those people hurt people
Those people hurt people
Those people hurt
Me.
On the ride of my life unable to get off.

am i sad or
am i happy?
am i fustrated or
am i fine?
am i full of hope
or full of sorrow?
am i depressed or
am i blissful?
i guess i'll never know
until He tells me so.

BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM




im a bee,
getting Nectar,
Your a tree,
Producing sap,
im deploited,
overwhelmed,
So fustrated to the fact,
That you worry me,
And im just doin me,
im trying to find my identity,
and your an officer just searching me,
Why you worry me,
im just a chilled young boy,
from the nola unfortunetly,
and when theres nothing to do,
im me,
why dont you just be you.

It's so hard
To stop pulling out my own hair
Ughhhhhhhh
Why can't I just let it grow?
Why can't I let people comb it
Let friends braid it?
Why not?
Because I have
Because I have no
Because I have no stupid hair
And god it's just so hard
To stop pulling
And screaming
And crying
And becoming fustrated
Promising to stop
To stop pulling
And then
Just wait
Despite my
Best Wishes
It all starts again