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i'm sick of writing poems instead of speaking my mind
but it's hopeless to dream because i will never find
someone to listen to me talk about my favorite shades of green
and the reasons behind my obsession with the unseen
One day the truth will come out
One day they'll know who you are
One day you won't be able to hide anymore
One day the curtains will move and the spotlight
will shine directly at your face
oh how you entice me
brown hair green eyes
and that perfect smile
it’s like your asking for me to stare
but you don’t come with a warning
Everyday I wake up reluctant to get out of bed
Discouraged by the thought that today will hold nothing but more pain and heartache
I close my eyes against the familiar pangs of anxiety
We’re just enigmas
The stigmas
I don’t understand it
The world, how will I manage
A new generation full of ideas reprimanded
Millennial
I’m just not the same
Where’s the picture for my frame
Where’s the candle for my flame
I just am not right
Where’s the sun to bring me light
Where’s the pen so I can write
All my worries
were covered behind the facade
of laughter and joviality.
Now the walls are
being taken down.
There's a hole left inside of me.
His beauty is unspeakable and incomparable;
not because his words are able to inflict pain upon me,
but because his heart will forever beat in sync with mine.
I've never turned down a dare.
They call me fearless,
I don't tell them I cry most nights because of the unknown.
I do what I want when I want.
They call me bold,
I toss words across an expanse
filling it with sound and nonsense
To push away silence
and pain
All the gunshot wounds
bloody arms
Blind she stumbles through the façade
Everything perfect, now always flawed.
With open eyes, the illusion presents,
With lies and cheats it only makes sense.
This is not my face.
This is a façade
I have worn this mask forever, so long I almost forget it's not really me
But I am not alone in this
We all hide ourselves at times
I chose to hide forever
I guess, no, I don’t guess. I have too many scars to count. When did these start to amount, I don’t know.
Deception is everywhere that we look,
In every cranny and in every nook.
…..
You got designer shades just to hide your face,
And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.
We walk around, seeing the faces of people we think we know.
When in reality, we don't know them at all.
Although, we claim we know them.
Cookie Cutter! Cookie Cutter!
Everywhere I look, it’s Cookie Cutter!
This color’s in.
Those shoes are out.
I want to break the mold
My desire is to be bold
I long for individuality
A facade I hide behindBehind a happy personIs a voice wish to speakA way for to let it outIs through a writing verse
Living under a facade is hard when it's all you've ever known.You trudge past the faces of todaywhile remembering the ones
I'm hating the state of mind I seem to currently reside in
I've been left defenseless if feels like the world has got me running and hiding
Nothing seems right anymore with how this pressure is making me feel
Every morning
I awake
With the
Overbearing
Sense of
Dread
That everyone
Expects
Me
To carry
Silently.
This
Pay no attention
to the woman behind the
mask.
She's just an
illusion
of smoke and mirrors,
of pulsing lights and
then she's gone.
Pay no attention
You will eventually grow
Even if it is really slow
With this experience you will have learned
All the fears will be overturned
Nothing I do can stop it
Nothing
I look in the mirror
I smile
I see what everyone else sees
But the mirror lies
Beneath it all
That's where the demons lurk
When you grow up believing
that nice is the way to go,
you forget that emotions,
and thoughts
What's a little white lie without a little fun
Because 'Fun' is what life is about
Nothing matters as long as you're having a good time
I'll be a 'Her' instead of 'Me'
You were never the one who got tests
hung up on the fridge
and you never handled a ball well enough
to earn a trophy
or attention.
You were never your sister, who had
I put up a front,
and i don't mean to be so blunt,
but the curtain is for me.
I can't look at society.
Can I join in?Can I be part of your little niche?Can I join in?Can I feel like I'm part of a new subset?I don't want to be just another person.I don't want to be me.I want to be part of the scenery.
Can a broken person truly help broken people or is that merely a fictional facade we blind ourselves with so that we may feel more security within ourselves?
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
Depression
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
A dark passenger that takes your soul
A marriage without a ring
Anxiety
Have you ever felt such an emotion?
I once wanted what anyone wants: compassion.
There was something about me that people couldn't stand,
Maybe it was my apathy, sarcasm, or something of that fashion.
Rushing, always rushing,
Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming.
Movement, perpetual movement,
Making steps towards the revolution.
"You're so strong," they always said,
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside
There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride
I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
Selfishness, pride
Her ego, her snide
Bright blue eyes,
Shiny hair
Something more lies under there.
Happy and giddy,
Her grin wide with glee
She’s got the sharpness in tounge
I write in the night,
not a soul but my pen and paper
witness my craft take flight.
Fear is the reason I hide.
Fear of failures cruel laughter.
Fear of dissapointments cold embrace.
I fear that as I grow older,I am not so much getting wiser,But rather, imaginativeIn hiding my lack of knowledge.
I hate this feeling that I have right now,
but I know it all too well.
My legs feel almost numb
and my chest feels heavy,
but I don’t know which is harder:
inhaling or exhaling.
My body is reluctant
Stumbling through the darkness,
Lying through the false teeth,
Laughing and smiling happiness,
Feeling desolation beneath,
Thinking the world is conspiring to go against your will
Your closest relatives seem to be the ones farthest away
The way you view the world has changed
I live in a dream
My own reality
I live in a meadow
Where I find myself
I live on a balcony
My own aerial view
I live in tomorrow
My own today