#problematic
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Napaka simple lang naman ng mga sagot sa mga bagay bagay.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”,
but her idea of two is some fresh hell;
it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse,
is cinematic fodder one can sell.
The other woman sings about her man.
“sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head.
While some may come from poor & tell the tale,
Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress.
But voices that she channels in her songs,
Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they,
Are both no one, and everyone in one.
The guardians of endless summer days.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Lips sealed, forced quite
One rivet, two rivet
There we go, three otta do it
Last step here is to blow both eardrums with a dangerous harmonic
Ah, there we go, perfect
But I forget
This negativity comes from a resident
One living rent free from infancy in my attic
And amidst my constant panic
I barricaded the wrong side of the door by accident
Now help can't get in to stop the punishment
AND
I'm trapped inside my head with a lunatic
Obviously this is problematic
Hear no evil, see no evil but the mind is never silent
A silver tongue tyrant, my downfalls conduit
I know it knows I'm on to it
But a relic like toxic thoughts doesn't give a shiit
I've proven I can't go toe to toe with it
My wins are really just me escaping THE moment
It can return to being a problem at ANY moment
It never fights fair, super over dramatic
Big signs posted, "Bipolar, Beware", looking post apocalyptic
Wait, how many are against me in here? I thought "me Vs the world" was more just symbolic
Ritualistic hunter and the hunted, predator and prey, animalistic
Unapologetic
No one ever sees the bouts, to barbaric to air it
Try to grin and bare it but it's apparent
I can no longer dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge the bombastic rhetoric
And I've literally just locked myself in with the traumatic and away from the public
I don't feel safe in here with myself and don't know what to do about it...
©2024
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
It's hard to tell your friends when you're feeling pretty bad
And elaborate on the situations that have made you sad
It's even harder to tell my Father just yesterday I felt like dying
Yet flawlessly and effortlessly I can tell my Psychologist without trying
It's ****** isn't it? That I trust a stranger more than the family
I grew up with, lived with, the worst parts of a better me
Some days I look around and ask myself if I am proud of
What I have achieved and whether or not it is enough
Satisfaction from the parts where I know I've done well
Disappointment at the aspects that will **** me straight to Hell
So I question life, I wield a knife, makes me so depressed I self-harm
So now you know why I bear the scars, up and down my arm
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
They say I could be like sand near the seaside
And you the push and pull of the ocean
So you build and break me like the tide
Move sand away from my hands in motion
While I'm left to wait for the moment we collide.
They say I will cause your waves to break
Then how come you slither and never uncurl
With every squishing move forward I create?
Then how come even when caught, you whirl?
Even when in possession your storms culminate?
If I could only see into your whirlpools so deep
Be mesmerized by your blue, like being asleep
To fish for pearls of knowledge about you to keep
For though you gobble up any nautic attempt,
Though you defend with sloshed foam and current,
They say I am the shore and you are my ocean
And after all there is one true notion:
Your currents kiss my sandcastles every day
And willingly, my sand grains float your way.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
Things didn’t turn out to be the way that
I thought they really would be.
Often times, and more than not, they’re not
done the way that they should be.
It’s approaching that time when I move my
old mountain—this fact is most certainly true.
It’s time that I carve that big old mountain
that is blocking my one and only view.
My fifteen minutes are still on the way—
but coincidentally, I just might need twenty.
You say that there are no silver linings,
but touches of grey are surely plenty.
With time of the essence and all in a hurry,
I’m simmering the meat for the great big stew.
I believe it’s time to move that old mountain,
the one that blocks my incredible view.
Bulldozers, trucks, and backhoes not needed—
I’m thinking it will only require my hands.
For once in my life I’ll go to the source,
the untapped one that even I can’t stand.
So as I tunnel deep while digging in the dirt,
it’s time to find soil that bleeds all blue.
No better time to move that **** mountain—
you will be glad when I’m rid of it too.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
if you read this you might find this funny,
texts about a self-proclaimed problematic girl
but isn’t she really one?
did u ever show her that you love her?
do you think she even felt it?
are you sure that you love her?
if yes, then why are you doing this to her?
do you think she deserve this?
words can ****
and I think you are a murderer.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
I'm saddled with a basic logic
Still I dared to assume most who could get it, would get it
Might get it?
Should get it?
I don't get it
Forget it
Look at this nightmare that's gone unchecked, it's pathetic
A lost faith in the general public
You'd think it'd matter who done it but it doesn't
No one's above it
The simple seems problematic,
What do you hear in the static,
Voices in an attic?
Gotta keep that quiet
Tone it down a bit
Everyone's super understanding here on the internet
But watch it can change quick in private
THAT'S what hurts the most, THAT'S what's unfortunate
THAT'S the embodiment of evil adherent
©2024
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC
It's not hormones.
I'm not bipolar.
It's not just depression.
Everyday. I struggle.
I see a lot of them cut.
I see them die.
I see them go crazy.
Some survive.
Some find someone. or something.
To hold them down to Earth.
Keep them wanting to fight.
Keep them wanting to live.
I never did.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
I knew it wouldn't arrive
I knew it was a lie
How much time cause of him did I loose
Broken promises with zero done
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me
It's a wait on the telephone
The simple adventure on the ilogic
The craziness of the magic
A posion without any antidote
The bitternitess of infity.
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
THEY SAY
they want to be different, greater
don't they realize to their own words they're a traitor?
THEY SAY
they're a debator, educator, investigator, negotiator
but how?
how can they be so different when they all say the same things?
how can they be so ignorantly hypocritical?
love everyone they say whist full of hatred
hang out with your friends they say when alone in bed
you never talk to me they say although they've never tried
go outside they say from deep inside
get off your phone they say while on the computer
just be nice they say when they're actually a persecutor
THEY SAY
so much and do so little
want to become more while becoming less
they guess it's a success when they oppress
but it's just a mess
THEY SAY
things they should be saying to themselves to us
but we are all people too, not slaves to command or objects to discuss
THEY SAY
this and that and everything
but I say
N O T H I N G
for it is better to say nothing at all than to participate in the
parade of puppets who profusely preach phony phrases.
I'd rather remain silent than take part in this cacophonous,
hypocritical, ignorant, perfunctory mess that we call
s o c i e t y.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
Sharp knife cut's through
before my eye's
as anger, pain, and sadness
blinds my mind
as I unveil the thin flesh covering my eyes
as crimson blood flows
through my wrist
as my body collapsed
hitting the cold hard floor
with a confused look
thinking why I,m longing for air
and by the time I realized I lost too much of it,
its too late
cause I can now see death at my door asking
why my child
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Somewhere we were two crescent shaped bodies hidden away in a house owned by a bank
The broken blinds didn’t completely block out the lights so I only saw you in fragments
Mystery intriguing the deepest parts of my mind
Neither of us wanted to be in solitude so we climbed under the sheets where enigma could meet enigma
In the darkness you muttered something
Those words you spoke held such animus
Yet you dressed and fed them to me so well
Two young fiends just feeding off the breath and standing on the shoulders of the other
Today I'm wearing my tears in plain sight, in the ducts of my eyes
In contrast to the rage in yours so maybe well look like we actually
belong together
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
I've been so used to being lonely and self loathing that I end up pushing everyone away, hoping that it'll all go away.
This nasty feeling inside me needs to stop.
But something's telling me the only way I could ever do that is if I make myself stop.
Stop, halt. Ending.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
If I were to die tonight,
Will anyone ever wonder
Where I go
Or how I went?
If I were to die tonight,
Will my research
Be finished without me
And my friends graduate?
If I were to die tonight,
How will I ever explain
Not going back to school, or passing my requirements?
Will my teachers even care, or will they fail me?
If I were to die tonight,
Will a seat be empty
During the college entrance test
At the testing site?
If I were to die tonight,
Will a classroom ever notice
How one student is gone?
Or will they simply dismiss it as me being late?
If I were to die tonight,
Will all my bad memories
Dissipate into the air,
Or will people still talk bad about me?
If I were to die tonight,
Will all my mistakes vanish
Or am I taking all of them to my grave,
Dying with humiliation?
If I were to die tonight,
How will I be remembered?
Am I simply a stupid kid,
Or am I just dust of the Earth?
If I were to die tonight,
Will my family ever realize
How much I've been asking for help
But they simply dismissed it?
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
i don’t care what she did
i don’t care what she does
she’s my friend, after all
my sister told me she’s full of red flags
she hasn’t texted me in over a month
she’s grounded, i’m guessing
(i’m low key glad we haven’t texted much)
(she can be kinda overwhelming)
i feel like a horrible friend for saying that
my brain hurts because she was always
so kind to me
she accepted me for doing nothing
i never had to prove myself when
she was around
yes, she may be problematic, but aren’t we all?
my sister told me to stop hanging out with her
and being friends with her
why would i break off a good friendship?
we’ve never done anything bad together
she tried running away with her boyfriend
his name is andrew and he’s much
older than her
in june, she told me he was good for her
and i was happy that she was happy
was i wrong for that?
now she’s reckless and crazy
(not that she was never before)
she’s only friends with ****
addicts and skateboarders
i’m the only exception
i’m the only normal stable (kinda) one
i hate getting confronted about my friends
i’m a good girl and i’m not a doormat
i know when things get sketchy
and when you should run away
i’m starting to rant, but i don’t
think it’s unhealthy
who knows what will happen next
at least i get writing material out of this
(it’s just an innocent friendship)
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 8:16 PM UTC