held together by wooden joints and strings
a real boy, a real boy
i repeat to myself
that’s what i am
and it’s true, it is
i just don’t look the part
i’m trying, i swear
it’s just so hard
i used to accept that i would always be a puppet
but i can’t anymore, you have to understand
i’m trapped in myself and i have to escape
but goddamnit, i am going to fix myself
even if it means giving up a few things
because what’s the point in being happy when you’re not yourself?
It wasn't all bad.
You made me happy for some time,
after the things you said,
I can't really know if you were really ever mine,
but I was yours wholly.
If you weren't really there,
I couldn't tell.
At least not until it all came falling down.
I know I did some things wrong,
but I'm not perfect
and you were my first real love.
You taught me things I needed to know,
even if it ended with blood in the snow,
I survived and somehow I know you will too.
I really, wish the best for you.
I am still trying to find him
I am still crying for him
I can't stop caring about him
because I still love him!
I still miss him with school bag
I still feel his sweet loving hug
I still hear his melodious song
I just can't forget his first poem!
Oh sweetheart, where are you?
How are you doing now?
My tears still miss you
my heart can't erase your name!
I have loved you, love you still
I always have and always will
No one knows how I feel,
but I need to say to my mom.
im standing, barely
trying to see what's around me
im crying but no one can hear,
people throw their advice at me and it hits hard like ice against my skin
and all i want is for someone to
to really listen
they keep giving me words i did not ask for
we love you, we’re here for you
keep it; give it up
life is hard; welcome to adult life
i open up to you
but it’s still not enough
you’re the one who sees me cry;
my tears are hidden by my smiles
to everyone else
you’re the one who knows my pain;
my laugh hides the torment
from the outsiders
here i am, standing,
wishing you knew
that i have given you
all there is to give.
And as the teacher said goodbye to her graduating class
filled with children she taught so much to,
she wondered where they would go,
and she wondered who they would be...
Would so-and-so make it through high school?
Would what's-her-name keep dancing?
Would that-one-boy ever stop talking and begin to listen to others?
Had she done enough to help them all?
It was no longer her responsibility;
she had set them free.
After a nostalgic sit, she walked home to a simple house,
in a simple town. Her husband waited
at the dinner table, silently admiring her curls,
as she sat down, ready to take in food and new information.
When she was at home, she was no longer the teacher,
but the student. Her children filled her soul
with things she never knew or imagined.
Her husband smiled and reminded her
that no one in this world is perfect,
but in his eyes, she was,
and that was all that need matter to her.
The girl next to me
is all I wish I could be
I look at her and say, "you look pretty"
What I know that she can't see
is the building jealousy
the constant tugging at my waist
my demons trying to pull me down face to face
trying to make myself smile without leaving a trace
saying my words that are heavy and laced
with hatred for my temple,
The society that I live in
has taught me I have to hate my own skin
I need to to be thin
in order to win
Instead of looking at my sister with admiration
I look at her with damnation
because i've been taught by the people in my nation
society will never cause cessation
to the standards givin to us
I will never again feel elation.
Because being happy takes up too much time.
Takes up too much power.
Takes up too much attention.
And causes me to not focas on my calorie consumption.