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Kim C Aug 2020
I bet you weren’t alert of my struggles as a kid

                              It contributed to many of the immature things I did

                  Suffering in silence from an illness I was not cognizant about

                              And others didn’t fathom it either, I was constantly bombarded with shame and doubt

                A quote un-quote shy, tensed, quiet girl

                              That’s what many perceived me as, oh what an ignorant world

                And I wasn’t immune to the ignorance,

                              I played a part in that role

            But there was lack of information

                              Regarding what I now know

          There were heavy times in school

                            For not meeting everyone’s standards

And I still can reminisce on all the mocking and laughter
                        
                        I specifically remember always sitting in class

      And wanting to participate, but the anxiety wouldn’t let me raise my hand

                    And I remember the pen in my hand
Students across from me proclaiming, “dang girl, stop writing so fast”
  

                        I recall the tedious questions, why are you so shy? Why are you so quiet?

      Hearing that on a constant basis, was oh so extremely tiring

                        Tiring because I didn’t know what was going on deep down

    I was only a kid, and remember, I didn’t know what I know now

                          I still have the memories that haunt me

  Like sitting at a lunch table, appearing as if I was petrified to eat

                          And others would question, why do you look scared?

    I could not reply, so I would just stare

                        Their words smacked me with shame,

  And left my mouth locked

                        Confusion, Embarrassment, resides in my thoughts

I would want a drink, from the vending machine

      But those anxious thoughts, begun to suffocate me

I’d get up and pass, so many students
      
Nervous to the point, I would rather be in ruins
          
        I would sit back down, and the question returned

Why you’re so shy? That question burned
        
          The guilt cut me hard, and I just could not sip

The thing that I wanted, that one tasty drink

              I pushed it aside, this couldn’t be life

  And I can recall report cards, I always did well

                        in classes

  But one discomforting comment from teachers turned my confidence to ashes

                  It was always, she is so quiet, she is so reserved

Every time when reading that, I covertly felt the hurt

                Because it would always remind me of my flaw

  It was unknown anxiety, covered and all

                Let's take a ride to Washington Heights, the hood I grew up in

  Oh, the memories that randomly visit me, then the shame begins

                  Subconsciously wanting others to fill my unknown void

  Doing reckless, ingenuous things

                    Forgive me, I didn't mean to annoy

  Acting like a child, & always speaking rapidly and quick

                I glance at my past now; I didn't know I was sick

  Apprehensive of neighbors’ sly mental judgments

            Didn’t properly conversate at times, Anxiety left me reluctant

  And I also recall, becoming dizzy in streets,
Invasion of nerves, took over my being

            At times, I stood up, in the middle of night, and begun to purge, the demons inside

I lost much great weight, I was shocked and surprised

              I’d come home from school, and not say a word

Would go straight to bed, depression occurred

Fast forwarding, I have a diagnosis

            I am a socially anxious person, A naive kid didn't know this

  I look at past behaviors, and now a lot makes more sense

              It was a hidden mental illness that left me in distress

  And even lack of experience played a major part in my savageness

          Who knew a mental disorder could interfere with maturity & with what one did?

  Individuals always claiming, "Oh, she's so innocent and naive"

          It's peculiar an anxiety disorder did this to me

  But now I have wisdom, now I have strength

          I have gained much experience, on life's various subjects

  Do you think you can play me, or take advantage again?
            
              Dig information out of me, without my consent?

  I've grown and I've learned, I am not who I was then

              But I’m smarter now, I understand why you did what you did

She’s a sharp-eyed warrior, Her epithet? Label her a detective

                You would not even guess my passions & interests now

You would not even guess, the things I know now

              And  I realize now, you had insecurities yourself

So, it was always a competition, to see who did well

                But we all have our demons, so I have nothing against you

Everyone deals with things; times are happy & times are blue

                  You also had voids, you needed fulfillment

Trying to impress others, as if they could they fill it

                    Give me a break, people will tear you like paper

You worship the creature, rather than the creator

                      I’m not better than you & you’re not better than I

We come from the same God, who produced darkness and formed light

                      We’ve all met pain; we’ve all met hurt

And it never fails to remind me, that sometimes you win & sometimes you learn

                I still have certain traits, that the Lord blessed me with

    I'll use it for good, and I'll use it for Him

              Wise as a serpent, and gentle as a dove

    This girl you see now is not who she was

              That Kim from the past strolled out the door

      That Kim from the past is not me anymore ✌🏻
Erik Luo Aug 2020
We are who we are
For that we are
If you can see
yourself in being...

Everything is just the way it is
We struggled and survived our own living
But to see love even after all these
Is the reason why we exist

The power we have
is always inside us
The stories we have
is only there to entertain us

Can you see yourself
Without yourself?
To see it as a song
Singing with the whole?

Can you look at your life?
And feel all the events
To feel those cycles and waves
Those breaths and awes?

There is nothing you can’t do
Nothing you can’t overcome
Nothing you can’t love
Nothing you can’t become

You are nothing
You are love
You are god
You are...
Take you time and love yourself
Vindex Jul 2020
The steps of the pyramid continue to rise
The track is gaining and gaining just for my demise
When I first started, I did not know its great size
On top, I'm not sure if there even is a prize

Yet I will continue marching up these steps

There's a long way up but a long way back
And the big boulders continue to stack
My whole world I have with me in my pack
And so strength is something I do not lack

And I will continue up these steps

I have lost my touch of the ground
Yet I know my feet should pound
I know I cannot turn around
Or I will let everyone down

So I will march up these steps

I've slowed, but I'm still fast
Cause I know I will last
Yet the steps are still cast
And half my life has passed

But I will march up

Cause I've got this
Life I can't miss
I can't dismiss
Zenith and bliss

For I will
Enjoy!
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

I seem to be deaf to the moon.
So pure yet cold,
it's soft light whispering deep
into my soul, lulling me to a peaceful
rest and yet, I turn away
Various seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years blow by like the wind;
fleeting and colourless
Am I not just a speck of dust,
a dancing vapour,
a grain of sand that will
crumble and be forgotten?
How I yearn to be more,
transcend through this mortal coil
to be free of any burdens
to not let my emotions gnaw and drink
from the pools of my sense
my securities
my dreams
and turn a woodland meadows
of light, life and birdsongs
into a blackened forest with raining
ash, brimstone sky
My quill and ink are there
but my hand turns to
that of golden stone, beautiful
but stiff
Still lost I am...
Where is the girl I thought I was?
I fear that all I've cloaked
I will one day become...
I know it's all obscure
But I plan to overcome


Imposter syndrome, a demon that is so hard to **** at times.
Athira Vijayan Aug 2020
Everytime I ask her, why all the act?
She just flips her hair and moves back
Only to come back and put up
Just another show of hers

She was not entirely a bad person
Just someone in a bad story
There was no good light in it,
Nor the music backed the scenes

Sometimes she tries to dance
To the songs with her swaying fingers
And occasionally,
Struggles to act up the scenes
To Bring some sense to it

And the play always fails
But she was a good actor

Because the act was so good,
So good,
That the audience thought that's who she is,
There a hopeless romantic
Here a woman with no feelings
There a trustworthy friend
Here a total wreck of a person
And on it goes

Once the show ends,
No one knows where she goes,
No one knows who's there at her home,
Or if she even has a home
No one tries
And no one did
SheWritesForYou Jun 2020
A new dawn
A new hope
I’ve been doing well
With a light of rope

Holding on
Moving slow
Oh dear heart
You’ve got it, you know?

City lights
Dreams & Desires
But what is life
Without smiles & laughter

In search of light
I’ve come across fire
With ocean eyes
Just blue like sapphire
Kanishk Kandoi Jun 2020
It all just started with different race of black
All the bad ideas were just stacked in a sack

They strived for their rights until they got the light
They tried to have the freedom without even having to fight

But then the other people started treated them roughly
They had to come on streets and fight for them toughly

After all the fights and struggles they got to live the life they wished
Now that all has happened the older days are missed
A poem for the good days to come and racism to end
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