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There's barbed wire wrapped,
Around my soul.
Like puppet strings,
That others pull.
I march to the beat,
Of my family's drum.
And fear for my sanity,
Which I know is gone.
I wish
You really cared
Not the lies
You constantly
Told me
But the sad thing is
I still believe
Every single one
After all this time
Why is this world filled with hate?
Why those who you love be taken away?
Why some of those who claimed to be good show hate?
Is this fate? Or a mistake?
Why is peace not revealing itself?
so now I await
this awful fate
to drown in a flood
of innocent blood
to choke on reality
because it was too much for me
so now, I wait
for this awful fate
of a red tidal flood
blades blunt
and people break
men will hunt
we make mistakes
preyed on runts
its them we forsake
we're just the grunts
and we work for snakes
who we should confront
"If I was invincible
Instead of invisable
I would turn the tables
Beacuse you made the labels
That said I wasn't vision-able
Like I'm hanging from a cable
Because the world around ain't stable."
Why can every race be racist but the race that provokes the most racism. Blacks. Well African American is the proper term, but who's "proper" anymore?
These walls are too white
These lights are too bright
What am I doing with my life?
I could be out there
In the warm summer air
Where has my courage gone?
We’re told that “good grades” guarantee us a successful future
No matter how many hours of sleep we had to sacrifice to earn that “A+”
We’re told that the amount of extracurricular activities we list on our college apps
Victim's Body's Response to Abuse:
Voice please speak and help me out!
"I can't when your head is full of doubts."
Why can one man make you feel useless? Why can one insult ruin a perfect day? Why do I get up? Why wouldn't I get up? Why does he have the right to put me down in the first place? Why do I think he doesn't?
Never Have I Ever Told My Teacher To Shut It.
It would have been nice to place them on mute.
Matter of fact, the school system could give them the boot.
I never thought,
I never questioned,
I never wondered-
When you are young
You do not think about the consequences.
It's funny.
I wanted this
I wanted this so badly,
For you to leave me
To give my heart a healing chance.
But now that you did,
I have yet to wonder
Why am I still so sad?
How did you see me?
Was it the color upon me?
There is nothing different about this faceless creature
So now I ask
Why do we write? To tell others of the sorrows we go through as people? To share with the world how high and mighty we show ourseleves to others but deep down we sore lower then the ground itself?
My words flow on paper,the stress loses its leash.
Allowing me to be vulnerablewithout the lost of dignity.
The pen and the paperbecomes the doctor.
Hate will eat you up
And twist your tongue
Will cloud your sight
A bitter feeling that seeps
And creeps inside your heart
And makes a once young girl
Grow old
