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The Unsung Song Mar 2018
There is little chance for me,
to become something even close to a fantasy.
There is no chance for me,
to become something that my mother will love to see.

These are the thoughts that my mind swims around in,
constantly.

Every time I look in the mirror,
I bring this doubt into my mind that I will ever be,
enough.

The sixth article of the Universal Declaration of HUMAN RIGHTS states that,
every human on this planet,
has the right to recognition everywhere as a,
person,
before the law.

I believe that the phrase,
"before the law"
should be changed because,
we have changed.

In a different time,
this would have made complete sense,
when the law was held as more of a social construct.

But nowadays,
both men and women are judged,
not for their actions,
but for their appearance as well.

This idea that,
even though we are specs on this planet,
we are impermeable to another's words is,
appaling.

This idea that,
because we are individuals,
we cannot love someone else's difference is,
astounding.

These are the ideas that make us think,
that we are not enough.
make me think,
that we are not enough.

We are filled with this,
want to become something better,
but instead of being better,
we fall down the ladder,
and into this abyss that is filled with black goo,
and this black goo becomes our soul.

It becomes the way we act,
the way we speak,
the way we breathe.

This black goo of endless torture.
It will be the end of humanity.

It will not be the end of life,
but the end of kindness,
the end of happiness,
the end of empathy,
and at that point,
is living really worth it at all?
If you think you are worthless, please read.
GoldenGrimm Mar 2018
Time stops, and miracles disappear.
Happiness falters, smiles fade.
Stuck in 9-year-old lost memories,
Lost in a 6-year-olds forgotten thought,
Drowning in the tears of lost innocence.
All motions are frozen to a shock.
No deliverance between good and evil,
No difference between right or wrong.
Life suddenly loses meaning,
As time draws on.
Until tears run dry,
Smiles become fake,
And personalities are plastered on for society.
Everything becomes a phase, and nothing is right.
Until we only become what society wants.
Yet once you are in need of help,
You are pushed back,
Back inside that cell,
Of 9-year-old lost memories.
Stuck in a 6-year-olds forgotten thought.
Dead in a pond of broken-hearted tears.
I woke up to some old haunting memories and needed to rant.
Alvin Montagnani Feb 2018
I’ve got nothing to say.
For I am alone, inexperienced; I know nothing.
I know nothing of your troubles; yet I can’t help myself but to weep.
I can’t help myself but to scream.
Even as the poison lingers in your blood I wail, but to no avail.
If only you could throw your problems away.
I would take them freely.
Carry them on my shoulders, even if I’d break.
Your words pierce my heart.
Your experience to horror embrace me so tight.  
Even though I am not the same as you.
I know…
I know the truth.
You may do with your life as you wish.
I’ve got nothing more to say.
Only…


I wish you could stay.
hannah Feb 2018
I know what it feels like
To be
pushed,
hit,
Kicked,
laughed at,
to feel worthless
to be told to **** myself
to be late to class just to avoid my bullies
to ask teachers for help and not get help
I hate to say it but if I had the chance to make them pay for what they did, I would
I don't understand why anybody would feel the need to push someone past their breaking point. I have been bullied before and everybody told me to forgive and forget but it's my choice so what if I don't want to forgive and forget.
hannah Feb 2018
push him away
2. stop talking about him to your friends
3. start talking to new people
4. start going out more
5.start looking at guys
6. I bet you don't even know his name anymore
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
Everything is a blur,
My hands are fidgeting in the breeze,
I'm afraid one more touch,
Will quickly drop me to my knees.

My eyes are blocked against my will,
They are heavy, I'm feeling weak,
I'm blind to the future storm,
The day is forsaken and bleak.

Then I feel it start to rain,
My hopes once again begin to shed,
I flail, falling on the ground,
I soon realize it's in my head.

All at once, nothing makes sense,
The edges of actuality smudge,
I breathe, try to clear my mind,
My anxiety won't budge.

I've finally soured into the mess,
I always knew I would become,
I didn't think it would feel like this,
I'm fragile, worthless, and dumb.

Self-doubt invades my thoughts,
I didn't used to be this way,
My defenses tumbled down,
I can't go back to yesterday.

Mistakes are catching up with me,
I run away and hide,
Underneath this illusion,
Is a scared little girl inside.
Not sure what this is about really. Emotions I guess? Being insecure? I just jotted down what I was thinking and feeling and this is what came out.
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