peerpressure
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In College, it's pushed upon me...
but I just won't do it...
I've went through too much to go down that path...
Call me lame, boring...but I must do what I feel whats right.
I started to write poetry
To hide all insecurity
Within my own thoughts and words
I found a sense of security
I grew up around music
Rap artists rhymed lyrically
I attempted to write my own rhymes
They push her to the breaking point,
Her toes curled over the edge,
Should she jump or stay?
Does she want to die or live?
She's on a cliff,
On a tropical island,
Inhabited by hostile natives,
Alone in the forest of the black gnarled trees
They beckon for me to join them in the dark.
No moon shines bright through where there should be leaves,
Just black, bare. branches and bark.
What is the price we have paid
We have all thrown away
Our lives
Trying to impress people we despise
But its not worth it in the end
We have struggled with ourselves
You used to see the real me.
You used to know how it felt to be considered different.
You claim you haven’t changed, but I know you have.
You tried to convert me too, but I refused.
Peer pressure is crazy!
But only I control me!
So you can’t make me see, anything I didn’t already see.
You say “Go ‘head, try it! It’s not gone hurt!”
But I’ll be the judge of that when you’re six feet in the dirt.
Ten feet deep in eternal sleep
Fell from a cliff with the rest of the snow white sheep
I look up in envy of the black one who doesn't weep
Lying in this red valley
My body, blood, and soul
Is it's
Everyone's doing it
And I want to try it I must admit
Everyday the pressure gets stronger and stronger
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Everyone was doing it
I couldn’t let them down
They were yelling my name
They counted on me now
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore.
That dress you are wearing is so last season.
You haven't post anything on Facebook yet.
The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
There she sat, trying to find her way.
To the left, sky blue
To the right, dark gray.
Turn and move in the direction you face.
These are the rules
Choose, with great haste.
Friends grant charming wishes,
Friends enchant you with joy,
Friends let you absorb their affection,
Superficially matters if's a girl or a boy.
Just give those favorable buddies a ring,
She was alone, clinging tightly to the branch of hope.
The others had given in, blown away by the wind, but she resisted.
The wind continually rushed at her like a charging bull.
That bull seemed to have one goal,
he human mind is quite the composition
With boundless seas of thoughts, tamed only by inhibitions--small dams, if you will
Laced with never-ending threads of emotion; like exquisite pieces of silk
You open your mouth
But you don’t say a word
Man, you gotta think what you say and what is heard
People around you got you pulled up in strings
You can’t even show the slightest hurt no more
If high school was compared
To a growing flower bud
I wonder if you’d dare
Step foot inside the mud
you doing right while everyone does wrong
leaves you singing a quiet song
here right now i’ll do the MATH
why it’s hard to take the honorable path
ADD all those parties look like fun
Wait
Because if you feel
uncomfortable
If you feel frightened
And if you feel like you
have no choice
It's not the right moment
Don't let anyone fool you
It's ok to wait for
Butterflies
Don't be what they want you to be
Love and embrace originality
You don't have to wear white shirts and skinny jeans
Wear bandanas and orange tees
