U try to control me
Get into my head
And creat an image of how I should be .
Drag me deep into a deep dark whole ;
That slowly demolishes my hope of ever getting out .
U deceive me and make me believe this is what I want .
And I listened each time .
Listen to the distorted thoughts u through at me
.But I no longer will allow u to rule my thoughts or life .
I'll fight you .
The louder you scream
The more I'll Yell back ,
The harder the fight ;
The stronger I'll be .
Until the finish line .
Abolishing  u forever out of my life.

Between Sixth and seventh heaven
slips you a fastened bow
(below
what of brash smoke)
upon a watery furnace.

Your Rechecked tongs Retrace
(to where) Familiar rubs the signal,
a squeal of molten stitch.

Breathe upside-down your sway between
the seventh To The Sixth.

If life were a video game,
Then I would totally buy the
'Skip this level'
Option
Because let me tell you,
This level *****

I hope you know
that i hate you.
I loathe you.
I despise you.
You bring out the absolute worst in me.
You're toxic,
and just seeing you makes me want
to *****
or to run and hide in fear.
I hate you.
Just hearing your name
makes me pity you
because I always pity those
who need others to
make themselves feel good.
I hate you.
I hate your need for attention,
and I wish you'd just die
because we all know you want to.
I love hearing about your pain,
your losses, and i'm glad
i've contributed to them.
You're such a monster,
and i hate you.
So pathetic, so weak,
and i hate you.
You're all of my hate and all of my anxiety
and all my stress and all my good memories
i've had to let go of.
Yes, i'm talking to you.
I hate you.
Sincerely,
Yourself

To get a degree
you need to be
(which I was never)
clever.

I'm what they called a late developer,
the picture being taken I was just late in
appearing to be
and no degree

It makes sense to me
that's more sense
than the syllabus made
and
educated on the lean streets of a mean town
is it any wonder I let people down?

whatever
how clever or if ever I'll be
I can't say I miss not having
that degree because
I've met idiots with honours
and
fools with some brains inside
and out of those
hallowed
halls of academia

being a romanticist I realise I might muse on what it is that I missed
but
if it was never no matter how clever in the stars for me

I will not worry endlessly.

Strangers that are very dear,
Should I trust them or fear?
"We care for you" they say,
But what if I'm their prey?

I've been careful each day,
Not to tell anything or say.
I am scared that they won't be,
The friends I think I see.

Until now still isolated,
Feel like one day I'll be hated.
People before them left,
Like I failed their test.

The group of four everyone knew,
Little did they know I was blue.
I was the odd one out,
The one no one talks about.

Now I pray every night to the God above,
Give me a friend to trust and love.
May He grant my prayer,
So that I won't be in despair.

At the rooftop sitting,
My mind keeps on wondering.
Sun has set minutes ago,
But everything seems so slow.
As the wind touches my skin,
The feeling of sadness comes crashing in.
All I see is darkness,
Making everything look heartless.