who are you?
it's a question i ask myself daily.
are you the one who walks the halls, confident and poised?
or are you the one who sits up at 3:27AM and contemplates taking your own life?
maybe you're the one who doesn't quite fit in.
maybe you're deemed "popular".
maybe, you don't have the best home life, and people treat you differently because of it.
but guess what?
all of these things are okay.
it's okay to be popular.
it's okay to not fit in.
it's okay to have depressing thoughts.
it's okay to be confident.
it's okay to have a broken home.
and if you ever feel overwhelmed with any of your responsibilities or who you feel you are, please don't be afraid to get help. there are so many options out there for you and every single one of them is willing to help.

This game; This war;
Proves to me that you're nothing more
Than a selfish, useless, empty *****.
You want love and fame.
It's really just a shame
That everyone you love leaves you just the same.

Deceive; Despise;
I see the truth in your eyes.
Fleeing consequences; consumed by your lies.
Message; received.
Beyond the lies you have conceived
Because of all the things you refuse to believe.

Running won't get you far.

*YOU ARE A SHAM.

This world disgusts me
With its selfish desires
Lacking faithfulness

*s.q.

And she thinks her thick mascara and
Glittery eyeshadow hides the way she
rolls her eyes dramatically,
And how she
angles her body slightly away from
Me, but very very much more towards
The other student.

The better one, the
Goody-two-shoes, the one with the
perfect grades, the talented one,
The hypocrite
Ohhh OF COURSE she's talented.
--in pretending, maybe.
Seriously? Are you that blind?

But what Ms "I know everything" doesn't know,
is how she goes around raising eyebrows at
Everyone who's not
As good as her,
How she puts on her mask, when a teacher
Stumbles into her radar, and
Rips it off when they disappear, a masterful disguise.

But what
Mr Know-it-all
doesn't know, Is what
happens when a student gets
detected. Once you're in quicksand,
There's no getting out, until you're
made to feel as if you're
worthless, Pure
carbon, when you
could be
a
diamond

All these poor, poor, poor
Teachers. Being fooled so easily, or
Perhaps,
It's just what they wish to see.
After all, everyone loves an angel
...right?
Even if its the devil

"All the worlds a stage"
To some people, I guess,
the world really is a stage.

i could spend my life in utter awkwardness
watching my brothers smoke and my sisters cry
aunties smiling and prolonging straightforwardness
my ***** cousins won’t ever say hi

i could spend my life sitting at the corner writing poems
about these drap people who refuse to stay in their homes
the kids would play hide and seek
the mannequins with heads up until it’s too awkward to not speak

skinny waists, blackened eyes, and porcelain faces
daru desi banging loud; turning us deaf
high heels; no flats no laces
horrible is the food beautifully prepared by the chef
(who, by the way, thinks we're unbelievably uncivilised)

i see them drenched in forgettum juice
they’re deep in drunken oblivion, you see
it’s incredible - when they say ‘let loose’
’cause their eyes pry when you let yourself free

the ladies enjoy their liberation;
those poor oppressed dearies
no more doting on their husbands in juxtaposed veneration
they give a grave attempt to personify their reveries

the men enjoy pelvic thrusting
they’re sly crooks who love lusting

i guess i’ll be alright;
for a mere few minutes, if i’m out of sight

The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet