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D A W N May 2018
after all those years
chasing people and hopeless dreams
falling in love with boys
who weren't meant to be
I've convinced myself
things aren't always what they seem
I see six, you see nine
i see black, you see white
I've built walls high above the ground
And I've let them turn it down
and i kept chasing and chasing
hoping they'd finally face me
embrace me and my flaws
but no..
they drew their claws
slashing and gashing.
with gnashing jaws
i shut myself away
away from monsters
who embody my sanity
and I convinced myself
maybe i dont need people.
for the people who tell me why i dont care. this is for u :))
Aidan Apr 2018
It’s too much,
The world, the expectations.
It’s all too much.
How can you put this on a teenager
I’m still learning who I am in this world
And you put this on me as well?

Did I do something wrong for this to happen?
What can I do to fix this?
All of these stereotypes are not me,
So why are you trying to make me conform?
Why are you trying to turn me into the norm?

It’s all too much.
You expect me to do a lot of things
My life is only so long
I can only do so much
Don’t force to me to become a perfect human
Don’t force to me to be who I am not
It’s my life
And you’re making it too much to handle.

I need to figure it out on my own
Without any guidelines to hold me back.
I will reach my potential
All you need to do is allow me to succeed.
You may be surprised at what you see
You may actually be proud.

Just give me a chance
And I’ll prove to you that
I can create you’re too much,
Into a just right for me.
A personal internal struggle of fitting in and learning that not everyone can be pleased. It’s too much to think about what others may think even though it is very tempting.
Luke Mar 2018
Black coat and silver eyes,
what dances within,
you know but keep quiet,
your coat dances on wind.

Paws so silent,
no tracks left behind,
are you a ghost,
why must you hide?

The answer became clear,
upon the twilight,
you raised your head,
pulled back.

Releasing your jaw,
shoulders relaxed,
you let out a cry,
no reply came or followed.

The sound was mournful,
could it be that,
you are alone here,
in this world we call home?

Crackling twigs underfoot,
burrs caught in your coat,
fire and pain in your eyes,
what do you hide?

You want to fit in,
you seek only companionship,
but always you leave,
never have you stayed.

In the dead of night,
once again,
I hear you cry.
Lilly frost Apr 2016
Smoke and mirrors
Unforgiving sneers
Steering you through the show
Go where they say to go

Finish the play
Smoke and mirrors
Bow deep down
Smile proud

Costume off
Makeup gone
Smoke and mirrors
Mask replaced

On your bed
Close your eyes
Forget who you really are
Smoke and mirrors
Sarah Caitlyn Sep 2016
Head down
Hair up
Don’t say a word.
Walk past
Quickly now
They might see you.
Duck into class
Sink in your seat
Don’t risk it
They might see you.
Long sleeves
Mostly black
Blend into the crowd
So they won’t see you.
If they do
They’ll judge you
Every move
Every breathe
They’re judging you.
Your name is called
Just walk past
Quicker
Hurry
Before they notice
That you’re
not the same.
Leave behind
Any thoughts of fitting in
Because
this is you
And if you aren’t
Completely silent
They might notice you.
sorry
Vamika Sinha Mar 2016
you do not need to fit in their beautiful
because it lies
that one size fits all.

you were not made
so powerfully, so tenderly,
so naturally
to smooth yourself into
a magazine cutout.

remember
you are not a puzzle piece.
the only place you need to fit
is inside that skin of yours.
- Jan 2015
Now, I may not be the truest queen,
Or the fairest of them of all.
Falling down one by one.

Isn't this exactly where you would like me?
I'm exactly where you would like, you know.

Sweet as peach and lime,
Sweating as the pressure lets on.
They finally crowned me.
They finally loved me.

But oh...

I may be afraid,
That I might of faked it.
The cute and nice act.

And I am afraid this isn't the true me.

Too bad we are all caught dead in this place.
Francie Lynch Nov 2014
The store mannequin
Was rejected,
Her stats didn't comply
For a window show
To show its wares
To a town of passersby.

Her Do wasn't quite couture,
Her ******* were just such,
The arms that loped
Across her chest
Looked a little butch.
Her belly with its ripples,
Was all a bit too much;
Her ***** profile it was thought
Was maybe just a touch...
Her hips which had male appeal,
Were thought a tad too light.
Her legs rose up like lamp posts,
Her feet a a smidgeon tight.
Hanging, covering all her faults,
A dress not draping right.

The window dresser
Stamped UNSUITABLE
Across her harlequin face,
And packed her with
RETURN TO SENDER
In the original crate.
What can I say. I like extended metaphors.
A C Leuavacant Jul 2014
Born half a frog
Born half an eagle  
It's finder was so creative
In naming him frog-eagle
He soared up and down the mighty sky
Loudly Ribbiting at the same time

The Wind rushed through
his feathery head
As he Landed in the pond
to go to bed
And people came from far and wide
With laughs and wonder all supplied
While the frog-eagle
continued on With his life
soon he found a fish-bat wife

They moved into a pond and had a strange thing of a baby
a frog-eagle-bat-fish who they christened Katie  
Who didn't give a hoot about the laughs that she got
For looking a tad like an apricot
She even made it
onto the front cover
Of a nature magazine
all thanks to her mother

And soon she had a medley of children of her own
While the frog-eagle laughed as they talked on the phone
'Tell me' he asked to his only offspring
'Have you ever had much trouble fitting in?'
She laughed and replied
'Of course I have dad
But I'm different, I'm unique and boy am I glad!'
The frog-eagle smiled and put down the receiver
As he stared into the eyes of grandson
The frog-eagle-fish-bat-cat-dog-sabourtoothed ******
Trying to write a weird, silly poem.
Well I think this is pretty silly...
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