Smoking until struggles fade to black
Leave for awhile but always come back
To the dust collected in my nooks
Heard by crannies between books

I fear none of problems non-existent replies
The gaze from inanimate objects eyes
Control the balance of my silent possessions
They swirl in the wake of my useless expressions

I stand firm amidst the hum of talking nothingness
My hands like swords in my confessed stress
World is small
Yet this planet so large
My fight I falter as troubles barge

No orders conquer my will to go on
Am a survivor of each passing dawn
Home is battlefield in which I slumber
My skills adapt and grow in number

They are put to test by life's curveballs
Believe in what is at the top of these walls
Waving freedom with my face in the mud
Death nobly boiling in my blood

As I try to improve presence bit by bit
Rings distant from where I sit
I continue forth hoping better is what tomorrow will be
No way to tell
I guess I'll have to wait and see

I play this game from time to time
Giving you all that’s me and mine
Without any shame but an open mind
I am the one who is always kind

Now it’s different, I feel this time
I have no fear of falling down
My trust in you, and yours in me
Or is it just fake, but how could it be

And it happened again, you let me down
I was needed ‘til you got your crown
I got used to being used but I don’t worry
Another you will come around so easily

It could be done so differently
Only if you could see

Nothing is wrong.
World aint gonna stop.
Whether you die or sob.

Get up.
Heads up to sky.
Try, fail and again try!

I have lost the hold of me
Wanna shout so so so high...

It's been really long when I heard my voice
Now it feels so chocked...

Wanna cuddle coz I hate this feeling
Not able to make out or in...

Hope I get out of this mess quick
Cause it ****..

Poetry
  Oetry
     Etry
       Try

Try to think
Outside the box

Try to be
The most creative

Try to use
A hidden talent

Try because If
You do not

The world may
Never hear you

I try to be a leader,
but feel like a dictator.
I try to follow,
but feel like a servant.
I try to show emotion,
but feel nothing.
I try to hide emotion,
but feel it burn inside me.
I try to live,
but I feel dead

i try so hard
to be the kinda girl
that people want
but its so tiring
and i cant seem to keep up
with all the fads and trends
why should i chase them all?
just to make fake friends?