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it's ok May 2014
It's so strange,
How I get so happy with
hundreds of people that I don't know
seeing the core of my thoughts
It's so very strange, because I'm so very shy
and if it was to be in the flesh
or on a stage
I'd be shaking
and trying to not let it show
but I don't see what's wrong when
about a thousand people see my thoughts
it's ok May 2014
Because you gotta leave
and I have so many emotions
and you're busy all the time
and I'm bipolar and don't expect
you to deal with my lows
and you're bad at it
and I'd rather deal with myself
and you constantly tell me to take medication

We don't talk
because I don't want to look at you
and emotions numbed me
and you don't want to speak to me
and my lows are happening more and more
and it's scaring me
and you can't bother with me
because i don't want to deal with myself
so I'd rather drown myself in medication
it's ok May 2014
I wish I didn't remember last night
but I do and I feel so
I don't know
I want it out of my head
or to smash my head
has anyone else ever felt this way? I know it's a short and stupid poem, but I can't think right now.
it's ok May 2014
Did you wake up today,
To lay in your bed
and wonder
'what must it feel like,
to be happy?'
everyone has their down days
but everyone, including me,
needs to hear
'get the **** over it'
every now and then
it's ok May 2014
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
                                        Let me be when I stargaze
            The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
it's ok May 2014
I'll kiss your pillowcases to stain them
Cover them in orange lipstick
For you to remember my lips
and when you wash them,
if you manage to gracefully clean them
I'll let you forget me
and I'll forget you
it's ok May 2014
only escaping problems
I'm sick of all my friends trying to convince me
they are the lifers with a rebellious touch
They're confidence mixes far too much with arrogance
sometimes
I wanted to be a little wild, so I changed my fashion
I wanted to discover, so I travel without my mom's permission
but I don't feel a thrill that people talk about
I feel absolutely nothing when I'm using foul language
and my emotions are surely blank when wind is going through
my hair in an 90 mph car,
I feel nothing but the arrogance beaming off of the driver
"trying to beat the speed limit"
and I guess I'm not good at much?
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