Are we human?
Are we monsters?
Are we living in reality?
This darlings, is called insanity

Society judges us
Label after label
Its the only thing they do
Trust me, they’ve already got a barcode on you

Avoiding my own kind
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Our time is running out
‘cause it’s them drowning us in doubt

But our masks don’t display
All the hurt inside
Yes, we are afraid
What do we leave behind?

Yes, we are human
And we are monsters
This is reality
And there’s no such thing as sanity

Wandering around
Nowhere to go
Nothing to hide
Empty

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

And a place to sleep
A warm place
With a soft, comfy bed
And maybe a pillow or two

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

And some food to eat
Preferably some home-cooked
But, I quote:
"Beggars can't be choosers"

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

Maybe a bit of money
No, I'm not gonna buy *****
And no, I don't smoke
Just want to get to a long lost relative

But

They think I've got some hidden agenda
To **** them daughter
Or suddenly pull out a gun
Maybe run away with stolen goods

What does it mean?
Those three little dots...

What does it mean?
Cause i use it always and everywhere...

What does it mean?
It explains so much about me...

What does it mean?

Maybe I'm just
Full of thoughts
I can't fathom into stars...

Oh why?
Why do you have to make this life so hard?
Why do you pretend to be someone you're not?
Why are you full of fakeness?

Yes, believe me
I do know what this world are made of
Or better yet, the people
But that doesn't explain why you must keep on faking!

Come on!
Take of your mask,
show your face...
don't be ashamed.

And let emotions flow!
Whether you watch movies, listen to music
Cry when you feel sad,
shout when you feel happy

The people in this world:
...don't care about them...
They don't want our help!
So stuff them! Let them fight them battles!

And your true friends?
Don't let them be on their way
The quote: keep your friends close but your enemies closer
I would say: keep your enemies close but your friends closer...

Because,
judgements take place
I don't have no choice
So I have to...hide

Ek skrik die 10de Augustus wakker.
Iets voel verkeerd, so swaar, so leeg.
Met 'n knop in my keel raak my gemoed swakker.
Min het ek geweet, dat treur so swaar kon weeg.

Vaagweg **** ek, "I look to you"
"And when melodies are gone"
"I hear you in a song"

Ouma was ons eie Whitney Houston
Haar sterk gees was ons rots.
Al het ons met tye lekker koppe gebots.
Sy was my vestiging, ons familie se trots.

Mag die rose in Bloemfontein altyd ouma se naam onthou.
Die pragtige rooikop dogtertjie in liefde toegevou.
Ouma se omgee het my soveel keer gered.
Die dankbaarheid gekoester in my mooiste gebed.

Mag die voëltjies altyd bly sing
Terwyl ouma se stories mooi herinneringe bring
Ouma was altyd bereid om te help
Vol genade het ouma, harde harte versmelt

Mag oupa altyd verlief bly
Sodat ons verdwaaldes, ook die regte prentjie kan kry
'n 53 - jaar, onvoorwaarlike liefde verhaal
So opreg, en eerlik, die mooiste mylpaal

Dankie dat ouma my aanvaar het vir wie ek is
Al sit ek heel wat die potte mis
Dankie vir alles wat ek by ouma kon leer
Dankie vir elke drukkie, vergifnis, keer op keer.

Dankie vir elke koppie soet tee
Vir al die miljoene trane wat ouma moes afvee
Dankie dat julle vir my alles kon gee
Dat hulle harte net liefde kon skree

Dankie dat ouma my veilig kon hou
Ons verlang alreeds, en sal verewig onthou.
Ons bly, onvoorwaarlik lief vir jou.


Ek gaan ouma mis, al my liefde, Thomas.

I'm not shining away
Anymore
From the real truth
That stares me right in the face
It is who I was
It is who I am
And it is who I will be
For the rest of my life
I have to face the world
With my deepest secret
That will maybe cause
Society
To laugh in my face
Or accept me as I am
Or maybe reject me
But I can't hold my secret
Back anymore
So my guts will be spilled
And people will
Accept me as I am
Or watch me as I go...

Only once in my life
Can I write such a terrible poem
That doesn't even rhyme
And doesn't make sense at all

But I feel like I have to get this in the open
Before the whole thing crushes me
And start to consume me slowly
One by one

This poem is about the terrible fate of the world
Something you should also know
Is that this one's about technology
Or books - you decide

Just a warning:
This could be confusing
Depends if you hate tech
Or not

I'm explaining to the people of the world
What Fate of Ten stands for
And my persistend craving for books
But does it look as if they understand?
No
They don't
And that's the problem
Of the dark world I'm finding myself in
And that's the problem
Of a world full of people that doesn't read
Something I thought that would've changed
When the things named 'e-books' arrived
Because everyone was crazy
That our world turned 'technological advanced'
And everyone turned a blind eye
For the comforts of the past
There was always this people that said:
'Technology will make your life so much better'
But now I've come to believe that
We act as if we're worshipping it
And cherishing the fact that
'Our life's made easier'
But rather
We are blinded
By the
Immenent
Torture
Of the
Future

Life's a *****
Then you die
But best to do
Embrace the fact

You there! Yes you,
stand up like a man!
Stop weeping,
it's not helping.

You better go out there
And do what you can
Cause you never know...
You could die tomorrow, even the next minute.

Our time is so short
On this ball of fire
Which they call earth
Which you live on...

They call it "borrowed time"
Which means
You really don't know
If you're gonna live or die another minute.

You know,
it's so sad
To know that each and every one of us
Does indeed have our own time

Maybe time is a *****?
We don't know...
All we do know,
life is F*CKING short!

I heard somebody say
that everything happens for a reason
and sometimes the reason just is
that you're stupid and make mistakes

But my heart tells me that's not always the case
Some of us do things
Which don't always have a reason
Because we do it simply because it suits us

No sense, this poem, I tell you
But I couldn't think about one that made sense
Stop Laughing!
I'm just another kid who can't even write poems

We all feel a bit insecure at times
With society watching our every move
It's up to us to make things better
Oh so difficult to do right

The world always try to knock us down
But don't give up, even if you're down
Just stand up stronger than before
We can show them we're not weak

Society judges us, so we hide
Put our masks on and hide
When all we want is to be free
But people deprive us of the priviledge

We must all stand together
We are as strong united, but we are weak apart
No matter the circumstances
We will rise to victory!

Life throws you around
Like a ragdoll
Spinning you faster
Untill you're dizzy

You're never good enough
Others are better
No matter what they tell you
You will always feel depro

Sometimes suicide
Seems like the only option
Out of this hellhole
With monsters for inhabitants

Cutting, hanging, slicing, groaning
Dripping.
Blood seeping the pain out
'Till you feel nothing

"You are ugly!"
"You are fat!"
"You are worthless!"
Doesn't matter, next time I won't hear it...

I try to show you
That I care
I try to show you
That I want you
I try to show you
That I love you

But you still don't
Acknowledge
My existence
And you still think
That I just want to be your friend
But you are so wrong

What more do you want me to do?
What more can I do?
Please, please tell me...

Clinking of ink bottles
Scratching of quills
Rustling of paper
Pouring out knowledge

Sweating students
Angry teachers
Swatting of fleas
No more patience

Old mad bat suddenly
Shouting
"Bring me the earmuffs!!"
Laughing, crying, farting

Interupting the quiteness
"Why would you ask that?"
Principal Harpy asks
"Surely it isn't winter"

"Goodness me, have I said that out aloud?"
"I take it back!"
"Kindly continue with your exams"
But no matter, nothing was the same.

Why do I go to such lengths?
Why do I still try?
Why do I still try to make ends meet?
Why am I helping you?

If this is the thanks I get...
Then I can't do it anymore

I am the only one that helps
Because there is no one else
They are either too selfish
Or they do not want to help
They are busy...
Or they dislike you

But I, of all people
Are the one that helps the most
Why?

Because I love you
Because I care about you
Because I am your best friend