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gray rain May 2016
I can't do anything during the day
it's impossible to take my mind away
all my focus is on thinking of answers
but a lack of focus of what to me matters
until the 30 minute period where I sit at the back of class
and answer the questions I ask
myself. And write how I feel
and life feels real
and not like I'm programmed
to this system I'm put through
I can break free
it's just when you're in it
it's hard to break through
gray rain May 2016
When I leave this world
And go back to reality
I'm faced with the same
overwhelming wave of anxiety
too afraid for people to know me
too sacred to let people see
but everyday I go back
and everyday is the same
I have this barrier
you may know it as shame
I'm not shameful of myself
but feel shame for the ignorant-minded people
who surround me
in this shell
protecting me from being me
gray rain May 2016
I can't be bothered with this
I'm writing the same ****
in every way I can think of
yet these sessions of venting
just build up my hate
and make me regret
I'm afraid to tell someone
in case they don't accept
but I need to be free
free to be me
sorry for this terrible rhyme scheme
but it's flowing free
and structure isn't working for me
gray rain May 2016
I can't wait for Tuesday
but don't want it to come
the confrontation on that day
will find out who was wrong

I personally don't care
who was telling the truth
This very rare
An occasion that has something to prove

Which one is the back-stabber
I have no reason to worry
Which is the one holding the dagger
who made up this ******* story

I did
but I trusted you
with it
what did you do

To let it slip
you had a grip
You helped me through ****
then you left me with it

you betrayed me
what happened to we
it ended
and you're befriended
This is kind of angry but I am, so it tells the story.
Peter Balkus Apr 2016
He acted like Prince.
He knew that it doesn't take much
to have them on their knees,
blind.

People, when given a choice,
make always the easiest one.

Now he's dead,
they're crying for him.
I'm crying for
them.
KRYS Apr 2016
We are just going going going, turning the gears of society's machine.

I complain often,
They want
They take
They ****,
But, we are they.

WE
Are the ones you and I so often
Blame
For killing
The spirit of our younger selves,
We are the ones thinking each other crazy
What for?
Doing doing doing what THEY want
Why are you for conforming
To such a cruel world?
Such as society goes.

They are infinite
They are insatiable.
We are they
and
It's so ******* stupid
Because they are hating and judging and
We promise we do neither.
(Come on, you'd never)
We are the society
We hate
And we refuse
To acknowledge it
because
It stirs our stomachs,
It makes us feel so bad.

Who cares though, right?
I mean, seven billion people
Can't go wrong.

It's not us against them.
We're them.
It's not me against you.
Because it's us against ourselves.
Them against themselves.
You against you and me
against me.

**** society.
oui Apr 2016
what a feeling; when everything adds up.
when the fog clears and you see where you stand.
when the lights come on at the club and you see everyones face.
when you open your mcdonalds bag to find the wrong order.
when you get that test back and you got a C
when you order sprite and it ends up being water
when i jump in the ocean and its still a couple weeks early
when you realize youre not enough for someone, but you could be everything to someone new
mrs kite Apr 2016
I used to think I was an artist but

I couldn't quite draw the way your lip curled up towards some mocking god
"oh honey, don't you know? artists don't live well"

I used to think I was a philosopher but

My mind couldn't quite wrap around ancient Greek mythology and, anyway
"where you gonna work, the philosophy factory?"

I used to think I was the next president but

I couldn't stand quite still enough to speak in front of the crowds and, "women aren't presidents sweetheart, you should be a teacher"

I used to think I was limitless but

I couldn't quite sprint through that ribbon, at least, not the way they wanted me to.
i hear the clock go
tick
tick
tick
over and over again
as if there's a ticking
time bomb
in my brain
and its going to go off any second
and i don't mean it's going to
go off
with fits of rage and aggression
i mean it's going to go off with fits of
anxiety
and
depression
and i don't know why i can't help it

no i don't know why i can't help it
and go on with my life
but it's just that i've never been able to help things i can
feel
but don't
understand
and it's quite the predicament
no it makes so
little sense
when you spend a week
getting better
and then the next week
getting worse
and you're back to square one
but every time you go back there
it gets even more and more
difficult
to advance
and i wish i could say that i've passed go
and collected what's rightfully mine
but honey i haven't passed go in years
cause who knew that all life has is a deck full of
trap cards
and i have nothing to defend myself with
i'm like a little kid
that only plays the games someone else invents.

a lot of people say you create your own happiness
but i think that's *******
cause i've wasted my life trying to
create
something i wasn't born with
and i wish i could say that i've
helped
myself
in moments that mattered most
and i wish i could say my friends did too
but it's just that i'm the kind of person that cant seem
to tell my friends about half the stupid things i do

cause no one wants to hear about death
unless it's in a suicide note
and i've never gotten that far
but i sure as hell have come close.
Beau Scorgie Apr 2016
"Cheers!" and we drink to
this totalitarian,
patriarchal ****.
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