#peerpressure
you drank your mom's whiskey out of a peeps mug,
but it left a bitter taste in your mouth,
so you ****** on a jolly rancher to make it stop.
your throat hurts like ****
but maybe this time,
it'll be enough to make everything stop hurting.
you smoked your older sister's joints behind your school,
but it left your clothes smelling like ****
so you sprayed yourself with perfume to cover it up.
you can't stop coughing,
but maybe this time,
you'll stop feeling.
you made out with a girl instead of going to class,
but her tongue tasted like sweat,
so you brushed your teeth with fruity toothpaste.
your gums are bleeding,
but maybe this time,
people will like you.
you did everything way too soon,
but why can't you stop?
it doesn't make anything feel better.
...
"please stop, Nobody
you're hurting yourself."
but maybe if i keep doing it
it'll start to feel good.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
I almost texted you back,
and then I did.
I almost listened to what others told me,
and then I did.
I almost kept picking up the phone
and then I did.
I almost let the calls get longer,
and then I did.
I almost let it go to far,
and then I did.
I almost let everything eat me alive.
I almost let the guilt consume me,
I almost had the thought of lines on my body
I almost had the burning desire of failure to just prove my lies
and then it all happened.
I let the lie spill out,
a ghost of what I had never truly felt,
trying to secure the demons in your mind while
I left quicker than life could take away the gasping and drowning
memories of innocent childhood.
I almost let the lie out.
Then I said "I still love you".
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
A pill to cure of all ill
A forever silk to all mill
For have humans sold souls for this pill
A pill to cure of all ill
The cost, your mere humanity
Though may be lacking for paying such fees
As all you love is given to thee
All for this pill to grant of heaps
Doctors swear to its efficiency
Says “it's all you'll need, see!”
For it may be your last need
Or your last desire, you'll see
Take this pill, find your serenity
Come on, it's all what people can talk at tea
It's everywhere, is there a problem you see?
For no problem will continue when you take it at three
The ****** take this pill, enjoy your limited will
Have it, drink it, swallow and sit still
For your life is in others will’s
So you best take your pills
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
I am at a point where I am confused
I am at a point where I am lost
Is this what being a teenager is? Boluwatife
I am at a point where I crave to be seen
I am at a point where I crave to be loved
Is this what being a teenager is. Boluwatife
I am at a point where my heart is broken
I have lost so many friends at this point
Is this what teenage hood is? Loretta
I am at a point where I don't want to disappoint my parents
I am at a point where I don't want to disappoint my friends
Is this what being a teenager is? Boluwatife
I love being a teenager, I hate being a teenager
I am confused, depressed and frustrated
Is this what being a teenager is? Boluwatife
So many things crave my attention
I am afraid I will succumb to the pressure
Is this what teenage hood is? Loretta
So much is expected of me
I can't seem to find a balance in my life
Is this what being a teenager is? Boluwatife
Am I being weird, aren't I too fat
I think I'm too thin, a lot of people are staring😥
Is this what being a teenager is?
Everyone wants to force their opinions on me
No one cares what I think
Is this what teenage hood is? Loretta
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
Her and higher education:
Those narrow walls
That building
with too many stares
All the talk about climbing
up the flagpole
Just to see
what goes up
And what comes down
It was so much easier
when they just wanted
To carry her books
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 6:19 AM UTC
We're kids- all of us.
Then,
why do we force each other to grow up?
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Child: hey ma my freinds said they asked about the honey
Mum: Are you drunk?
Child: no
Child: is not alchool its hinoney ma hon
“Misscall from Mum”
Mum: R U @ stacy’s house?
“Misscall from Mum”
Child: Im at a beach a lake or iidkthe car
Mum: Answer your phone!
Mum: who is with you?
Child: can you come pick em uip
Child: me up
Child: i wan go hoke now
Mum: Yes baby just answer your phone we can figure out where you are
“Child could not be reached”
“Child could not be reached”
“Child could not be reached”
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
I love you.
My heart screamed for you alone from the moment we first drew breath.
How can you not see what I would do for you?
You're so beautiful.
I only wish to show you that.
Seeing you in the morning sets my soul afire.
The other girls i've been with, they are nothing.
Nothing, to what I see in you.
I long to hold you in my arms, keep you close.
Never let you go.
You don't seem to understand, the clothes I've bought for you, yes they may be a little..uh..skimpy but trust me!
You'll look great in them!
Declined offer after declined offer, you reject my advances.
Do I smell?
No, I'm sure you're just being too polite and would rather not waste my time.
I know I'm a great guy, but you're a great gal.
We're two of a kind, you and I.
It's so amazing that I met the love of my life right here at work.
Look.
I know I've been a little pushy, following you home,
but It's only to make sure you make it home alright.
Maybe I did find your number in the phone book and send you one..maybe 100 texts and calls, but it's only because I love you.
Why don't you see that?
I've done so much for you, and yet you throw it all away.
Is there something wrong with you?
Stop being such a ******* ***** and give in!
Oh, I see how it is.
I bet you're having *** with any guy you can, making sure to pass around all the STDs i'm sure you have.
I may be a ****** but it's because I'm saving it for the right person.
Unlike you.
You're so disgusting.
A nice guy like me is so much better off without an ugly **** like you.
Wow, really dodged a bullet there, amiright?
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
I misplaced my love
in you,
blame it on my
running away
and these too-big shoes.
I gave myself away
to the crowd,
Found comfort
in being diluted,
drowned out
in this generic loud,
in someone who's proud
of my shape-shifting,
chameleon-tongued sound.
I’ve been responding
to the wrong name.
Lately just
a look of loss
and the chest pressure
of shame.
Beloved mistakes hang
butchered,
in the mirror’s frame.
I found myself
in a pawn shop,
without enough
cents to reclaim.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Let us take a gamble
You'll have nothing to lose
Only fun, only fun
I will swear to you.
Come and observe this fire!
It's not dangerous, you'll see
Run your hands, all over
The flames won't hurt thee.
Glide your hands over this knife
Feel the adrenaline course!
Your running blood of crimson
Your death you won't have to force.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
It's great to be a part of a group.
It's great to have friends, to have support, to have fun.
It's great to be a part of a group.
Does it ever stop being great?
It's great to spend all your time with your group.
It's great to share all your secrets with your group.
When did it stop being great?
Did it stop when you pretended to like something because they all liked it?
Did it stop when you pretended to dislike something because they all disliked it?
Did it stop when you started doing things you swear you'd never do?
Did it stop when you stopped spending time with your family?
Did it stop when you started doing things the group thought were super awesome?
Or did it stop when you died because of those things?
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
the way i smiled outside
is the opposite of how i cry inside
the pain left me hanging
i couldn’t take it anymore
the pressure they all gave me
the thoughts and misconceptions
the society fed me
kept being toxic
all my efforts
were nothing but trash
i seemed unnoticed
and silently i waited for someone
to hear how much myself peaked at
that metal mask that hides
my identity
i talked about my flaws
at the mirror
shouting how much
sorrow i’ve been through
seeing my bloodshot red eyes
kept me wondering
am i that pitiful?
i am that small thing
in the big perfectionist world
i couldn’t accept myself
so i torn it apart
and left every bits and pieces
of the real me
i kept using all these
makeups skincare pills
just to hide the past
but it wasn’t enough
the expectations were as high as the skies
and i was on earth
i put all my best
but it still wasn’t enough
the oceans in my eyes
shows how much i’ve suffered all throughout
the years of judgement in the pits of hell
i am sorry for being sad
been always sorry
will always be sorry
for being who i am.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Does it really matter how many people like my status on Facebook? Why do I delete posts that don't get any likes, as if what I said had to get peer approval to be real? I don't pose for the camera on Instagram to make a fan to get a heart, which I feel has turned to stone like I locked eyes with a gorgon, That heart is as fake as the comparison to the actual ***** It's okay if she's break my heart, I can afford to loan her, I'm an ***** donor.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
tap the vein
the very flow
a fizzle-POP
the gears whir
dry-eyed in the garage
suckling that oaky rind
spin the clocks
if so inclined
the mothers plead
but She still calls for you
repo the lung
the liver too
this sickly sweet memory
this one too many
this cool kid
strutting streets in denim jeans
--
c
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Am I good enough?
No.
I tell myself that I am not good enough.
I'm not good enough for my art teacher,
I'm not good enough for my french teacher,
I'm not good enough to be recognised,
I'm not good enough for my peers.
I'm not good enough for my friends,
I'm not good enough for my boyfriend,
I'm not as good as my brother,
I'm not good enough at my passions.
How can I be expected to believe in myself
when I have always been told that
I'm not good enough?
Supported by the few times I have believed in myself,
I have failed and been completely crushed.
I have taught myself to fear failure.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
I've lost a battle
Within my soul
My mind is unsettle
Forgot about my goal
Now trying to revive
To recollect and recall
The medium to survive
Before another fall
The pressure is intense
From my own peers
My heart goes in pretense
Hiding all my fears
Night brings in dark thoughts
To harm myself again with pains
Destined to fight these lots
But my hands are soaked with stains
Blood, it is mixed with ink
As I write on these walls
Drawing up my insanity link
That's when I heard the calls
Ambu sirens squeak the street
Someone rushes in my room
Gives me anesthesia as a greet
But time kicked me to my doom...
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Stop laughing
Stop pointing
Stop staring at me
Can't you see
I'm hurt
Beated
Lying cold on the floor
With nothing but guilt
Guilt of having to be me
Guilt that slowly consumes me
Guilt which isn't supposed to be within me
I am me
What's wrong with it
I'm weird
Calm
and strange in a good way
What's wrong with being myself
that i get pointed, laughed and rejected at
at the point of feeling guilty to be ME
Me who sometimes wishes to exist among people!
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
when everything is working against you it's hard to stand up. society and your own mind are like gravity ten times stronger than what you experience every day. all the predispositions and beliefs and your religion and your ethics cling to your wrists and your feet and they drag you down until your skull vibrates with pain. and all you can think is my country did this to me. my geographic location is killing me. and if only i were from here or from there or from thither or yon then where would be be? better. standing? maybe. i would like to think so. some say they know so. i'll never know though. your upbringing is a brace and a shape that you take and it's set before you birth. it's a gift and a poison seeping through your veins, controlling your hands and your feet to do the thing you're told is right and keeping at bay those thoughts that make you think things unacceptable to a crowd. well i say undo yourself. cut away those puppet strings and let them fly like ribbons from your free hands. they will colour your dance of independence and show the masses they are ***** and you will be an inspiration to all. just wait. if you fall you fall. maybe it will be worth it because you got to dance and they didn't.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Cloak if by edge
Six paces from the rest
I wish to stop and rest
Though duress is on my neck
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
In this post apocalyptic world.
Happiness isn't as important as acceptance
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
Mistakes happen, they really do
If you were me you'd make mistakes too.
The environment around you so enticing.
The group of friends so inviting.
Just one hit, it'll do you good
Just relax, you're with us. Not in the hood.
Smoke some more to get real high.
Stop lagging around, join us on cloud 9
I'm sorry world, for temptation had won
And indeed my mistake was said and done
From the mix of drink and ****
Into that darkness I shall proceed
Not by choice, but my own blindness
Not even to be pulled back by light's kindness
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC