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Zac Hill Apr 2015
There is no stop
There is no yield
Red means nothing to me
The fat lady does not sing until my last breath
They use to push me down
Point their scornful glares towards me
I laugh
They thought I was like glass and tried to shatter me
You only made me stronger
Sure I was coal back then
But thanks to you I'm a diomond
Shining brighter than you
I'm still running
Running for the Zenith of a mountain I call my life
There will always be obstacles in the way
But thanks to you I'm use to it
I do not fear the unknown anymore
I invite it
Come forward and show me what you got
I will not stop
I will not yield
Green is the only thing that means anything to mean
As a kid in Gunnison Community School (Elementary) I was bullied a lot. Students and teachers found interesting ways to put me down. To make me feel little. They called me names. Through their punches and chucked their rocks. But thanks to them I'm a stronger person. They live miserable lives because they took things for granted, but I live a happier live I strive to keep going through and accomplish my goals one by one.
Zac Hill Apr 2015
Oh come with me my sweet
Lets be free
Take my hand and let me show you my world
A free world
Don't let the shackles of society tell you no
Open your heart and show me your soul
Lets feel free to dance under the glimmering sky
Feel free to let others watch as we become one
Lets be free
Free to be slick and sly
Roll with me into the fields of sapphire and laugh as loud as we want
Show me your roar and take the lead
Society says we're not meant to be
Shut up I don't care what they say
Lets be free to connect the stars the way we want them to be
Shape the clouds to our hearts desire
Take my hand and lets be free
Show me what you got my sweet
So we can be free
Sometimes I feel I can be truly free through the world of my own imagination. Albert Einstein once said Imagination is more important than knowledge. **** right! With our endless imagination we can truly be free and not trapped in the shackles of the limit bound knowledge we live in.
Zac Hill Apr 2015
Oh look at them
Lost in worry
Lost in sadness
Sharing it on their smartphones
Sharing it to the glass walls they speak to

Nowhere to go?
Nowhere to hide?
How many more of them will fall?
Fall into the shrinks office
Where they frown and whine

It's spreading like a disease
Do I not qualify?
Do I not suffer like they do?
Or do I know how to take the pain
Morphing it into optimism

How many more of them will fall?
How many can I catch?
Will I be enough?
Enough to help
To help show love and compassion

How many more can I steal from the shrink?
How many more can I show that they are stronger
Stronger than their pain
Stronger than their worry
How many can I shine upon?
It feels like of lately coming to the end of another semester of college I find more and more of my classmates and friends falling in this state of depression. I've been through hell and feel like they have nothing to complain about but, maybe it's just that way we handle it, or better yet they're not handling it. I've come to learn it takes more than a shrink to just listen to you or complain about your life on the web, no it takes more than that. It takes you, yourself to overcome your problems and have better outlooks in your life. Then you can begin the path to a happier present.

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