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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
I feel alone in this loud room
chaos is all around me
and it will drag me to my doom
I just want to be free
they are so so happy, smiling
while I lay there dying
I've given up on it all
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us?
by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash.
poisoning ash, killing our earth.
what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
Write
Write
Write
essay after essay
I'm almost there
just a little bit more
annnnnnd
there
I made it
now what?
where do I go from here
There was once I felt lonely, and at times I felt hopeless.
It's in those times I wondered where you were or where you went.
Those are the times I needed you most, why weren't you there?
Look around you.
“What do you see that could possibly be good?”
In the police brutality
We see the degradation of morality.
There would be ultimate peace
among each and all countries,
among individuals.
In my perfect little world.
There would be no crimes instead
continuous laughter would
I fight
I write
I conquer.. with my words
Ain't that something?
I'm mighty fine, alright.
I have a message:
You best be listening...
You know why you're living?
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
Freedoms more than doing whatever the @#!*% you please,
It's taking your new trust and using it to seize,
Every dream or goal pondered about in your head,
And acheiving them, making them reality instead.
What is this world?
A place where a test dictates all
where if you can read fast
you can live at ease
and all your schooling is paid in full
but am I given that luxury
even though
The world today is abandoning values
We are all simply numbers
An amount, a score, a grade
What categories do we fall under?
4.0? You're a great person
3.0? You're like the rest
There's so much pressure nowadays
On kids and young adults.
Pressure to meet every benchmark,
And to have X amount of extracurriculars,
And to do damn well on the ACT,
And to earn X amount of dollars,
I look at the world I was thrust into
Those before me have left me with a burden of a debt
And the wounds of war
They tell me not to worry,
They tell me that they are not the enemies
Isolate yourself
then ask why you're so lonely.
Tell you how I think,
now I feel like a phony.
These poisons were shared
over and over before,
between you and I,
this darkness we tore.
Alright, you may open your textbooks and begin.
Read. Read. Read.
Bubble. Bubble.
A, D, B, C, C...
See. Look. Look around. Look at him, look at her.
a stage, one lovely place,
act to your heart's content and there below crowds of people
all await your very act.in life the truth scares me but
Thoughts are racing through her mind
When you ask her if she's all right
All she says is, "I'm fine"
You shake your head and reply, "okay"
The silence echoes in your brain
Writing all of my feelings
Will relieve me from all these teasings
That will make me jealous in life.
I just wanted a better life,
But yet, I won't be anybody's wife
We are voiceless.
Our feet are turned to iron.
We're lobbed into a torrential river
Of expectations.
Ideals. They say,
“The perfect child is ours.
“No flaws here.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays
Rather than focus on education
They focus on my grades
I may have passed your damn class
A score.
A mocking, generic, monotonous score
defines us.
Humility, humanity, philanthropy,
do not matter, because only a score
defines us.
Years of hardwork shattered by
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails
let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes
Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid
Listen.
Miscommunication sucks.
The people involved in this travesty feel unheard and underappreciated.
I am the number Twenty Seven,
Etched into my soul, my worth
is that of High School drivel and
recurring bile that settles behind
toothy chagrin. Twenty Seven, I
am nothing more than a limited
Let me ask a question without talking out of turn
what makes you special that you can beat on me till my bruises burn
I mean you must have some type of seniority right?
I want to be beautiful, she said.
Then they'll love me.
The ones who pulled my hair,
Tugged at my hand-me-downs,
Tore open the wounds made fresh,
day after day.
It’s all an act.
They say they want to help,
But they don’t
They act like they care,
But they don’t.
They are just like
Everybody else in today’s society:
Heartless.
If thy lovest long
And thine love be pure
Hate and love be twine
Love is strange, rest be ‘sured
Thus love maketh the blind
