You are annoying
For you are toying
This mind of mine
Or the other minds of nine

Stop being silly
'Cause it bothers me really

I hate you for it
I don't seem to like you one bit

why do you have to laugh like that and smile like that and why are your eyes the prettiest colour ever known to man it is just so frustrating

you are like toothpaste
i stick on my face
that wont come off for a whole day
i wish you where the ending.
when i whipe it off
the pimples have gone away.
you are like my mind
you never shut up

It's tough refreshing Hello Poetry ever few seconds and watching your view count stuck at 2.

But it's worth it;
We love writing.

Unwanted pressure and desire to please
like a infectionous transmitted disease
Ambitiously always seeking approval
but yet always ends up on the bitterness removal

''Fitting in'' is their only goal
always clouding their judgemental souls

I've become numb to betrayal
Not because it happens often,
Rather my emotional conscience is drunk and dumb - now raw.
And no, I'm not ******* and moaning at all.

Not complaining
Or trying to be entertaining.
Self confidence never waning
Just vocalizing my recent contemplating.

However, you should stop breathing. (It's annoying.)
From this very world, you should be leaving. (So controlling.)
Smile on my face - I'm seething! (Not belonging.)
I refuse to be what you call a ("human being.")

Blinded by abstract ideologies
People and their contradicting philosophies
Troubled minds in strait-jackets: Psychology
But, I believe I deserve an apology!

Deserving as I may, refusal is inevitable
Resilience is my specialty! I am invincible.
Crowned King. (King Shout.) Simply incredible
With /my/ hands? Creativity is invent-able!

With whip-like wits comes a sharply silver tongue.
With my lyrical venom in your eyes, it'll hit you.
Don't fret, the sensation isn't long.
But you'll writhe in asphyxiation 'till your face turns blue
And your lungs burst.

teenagers are constantly breaking
underneath the strain of potato chips
and fake ***;

plastic johns lining the house party outside.
All there is to do is drink
sparkling grape juice and wake up
sticky-eyed from nightmare tears.

Ah, another day
trapped like bears in a little zoo
and fighting with sharpened fingernails;
with animal growls.
Another one bites a strawberry
to make their mouth drip blood red.

It’s paradise in our happy school
And there’s nobody here.
I got up to sharpen my pencil and saw
the silent desks,
empty toilet stalls.

There’s no one to talk to
in this lonesome hell.

You are annoying
And I hate you.
But my eyes,
My eyes suggest otherwise.


F.Z.**N