realme
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I like to call myself vicious and ferocious because I assume the real me is evil
I laugh when I want to
I cry when I want to
I share my stories when I want to
Because the inner devil in me portrays the real me
When I am #NoFilter, I am a singer in my bedroom, performing for my sky blue audience, my four walls.
So you want to get to know me? You sure? The real me? Well my name is Tazjona and I am 17. I grew up with a man that wasn't my daddy. He lived with us cause he loved my mommy. But then i got older and then he raped me.
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
A Penguin can’t fly.
The poor flightless bird, confined to the land and sea, with wings weighing it down: gravity.
Me.
The girl who dreams to be a penguin, yet fly,
With out an instagram edit, to change the lighting.
without agreeing on a negative topic, to keep from fighting.
Im pale skinned, acne covered, slightly chubby, and mentally ill.
I step out the door.
Then step back in.
I check the mirror.
Okay, I look thin.
I step back out.
Searching on social media you will not find me
I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees
The filters hide my fears and flaws
Your half naked pictures should be outlawed
Erasing the impurities from my flesh
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
You see the Iron Empress
Who standing tall, stoic, regal.
She hides the Carefree Clown
Who could entertain for hours.
She hides the Lovesick Maid
Blinded by love unrequited.
The girl you never acknowledge in the halls.
The girl you always bump into but never apologize to.
The girl who eats lunch in her fifth period class when her friends aren’t at school.
No one sees and no one can find
What I hide beneath this facade of mine
Constantly wanting for what cannot be
Constantly wishing for a better school,
A better life,
And better friends
I may seem quiet, shy and weak. But inside I am more powerful that anyone could ever imagine...I just need be able to step up to the plate.
I am not the house I grew up in.
I am not the family I grew up with.
I am not the words they used to put me down.
Your edges are rough
so is your attitude it seems
Why are you so angry?
Why are you so mean?
Are you loving? Do you care?
You'd never know
The person I share...
Aggressive... and rebellious
"I am judged by my personality,
By the emotions expressed upon my face.
But they don't know me.
I am merely a person who sees herself saved by grace,
Caught inside a web I wove myself,
I'm silent.
A hand masks my pathetic attempts to break free;
That hand is my own.
Pull back the curtain,
Cast upon me the spotlight of shame,
Hidden Secrets
A girl who is full of attitude is what you see
A girl who is haunted by her dreams is what I see
A girl who is full of pride is what you see
I hide behind a curtain
I try to conceal my fears
I smile on the outside
I deceive my fellow peers
I am dying in a prison
I am trapped inside my mind
Never confident in my skin
Thinking of who I could have been
Tried to blend into the scene
To be a prop, a little thing
Hiding from the judgment and hate
Worried even about the things I ate
"I love baking, singing, and running but not all at once," says Instagram.
Snapchat calls me "pbfanatic" which is acceptable enough.
Peers would describe me as smart, quiet, polite as a lamb.
Looking behind the curtain and finding there's no one there
I'm hiding somewhere safe pulling out my hair
Leaving these hallways for the final time
Not sure if I'm ready to let the real m shine
The hours run into days
The days drone into years.
When will I finish this endless race?
"You are going to succeed and do great"
"We all have such high expectations"
My family brims with pride.
You're there-- sitting across from me
head bent
shoulders hunched
pen scribbling fast and intense
While you're writing, I'm thinking: "God hates me!"
for I would give anything to get away
Being the Real Meby Hannah Powell
Being the real me,In a world full of wannabes,Is so much harder than everyoneAlways told me it would be.
A beautiful young girl live at home,
Not yet old enough to live alone.
Living by her parents rules,
She never undertsood why they where so rash and cruel.
Sometime down the road she made a new friend,
