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My demons like to come out and play Don't worry they won't bother you they are only after me In fact let them braid your hair, they are great at that Do you need your make up done, they have that down pact
Stuck in the muck, I am a slut There is nothing I can do but sit and sulk. I can't control minds, I can't control your vibeI can't control your life, but you controlled mine.
As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be asking myself why. Why does the world have to be so racist.Why does the world have to have so much hatred. Why d
YOU HAVE DONE TOO MUCH  I WISH I CAN FEEL YOU WITH MY TOUCH SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS SO I CAN MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND ALL THE BAD THINGS YOU HAVE PUT ME IN MAN I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING
You know what you're doing You know what you've done Please here my plea I can't possibly be the only one Our country has lied Our men have died Yet we hear nothing Except what they say
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles. He does not know my intentions. Or my dreams.   But how could he? For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
Do not hide or cry. God has reasons you are you. It's okay, be you.  
There are minimal downsides to being a Poet, But one of the few is that it's difficult to simultaneously be One As well as the girl you want me to be.   It's difficult becuase we'll be in English class,
Light the candles on the dinner table as i wait in the dark listening to Arwen's Vigil for you to come home after that long day at work.
If you could have come this far, To figure out who you are, Why do you let them push you away, And fill your world with hate. Has it left your pretty little head, That maybe if you left your bed,
Spittin with hate They seal the fate Of history and people. They burn and bury The humble and merry. Taking the steeple and tower and grinding them to fine powder Oh boy how they deploy
He scratched me and beat me and threw me around But I let the tears fall as I dont make a sound.
Going from hallway to hallway facing each demons' twisted face. "Why are they laughing" "Why are they whispering" "Are they talking about me?" Questions never spoken aloud.  
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue, is people only listen when it comes time to miss you. When they can no longer dismiss you; the latter is a hero. Exploiting their favoritism to avoid the fear of
Stand up and fight!We are the desperate kidsWe are stronger if we uniteLet's do what the world forbids
Seventeen means I’m too young It means I’m on the bottom rung It means I’m just a kid Who needs to keep a lid On her beliefs Because it might cause someone some grief To know
I was not beautiful. I am not beautiful. I will never be beautiful. But I could be thin. It began as a whisper It grew louder, it spoke to me Until every day it was a Screaming in my ear,
Flawless means perfect, immaculate and pure, The unblemished traits we hope will endure. But look down inside, deep within your heart, Could you really say splendor is your favorite part?  
i embrace my weirdness with faith and kindness i stand alone while i try to get my points shown so people need to stop fitting in you were born different so stand ou
There is forty students in my physics class. The easels in my painting class are lopsided. I don't know what that thing is in my lunch. In Calculus, we push our tables together to share books.
When I'm gone they'll say they loved me They'll claim they had no hate But the reason that I'm dead Is because they came too late The ground will cover me now As they gather 'round to watch
What does the real way look like? Where does the right path go? What do all good men feel inside? How do they know when they know? Why does it always end like this? What did I do wrong?
I try to stand upright, but I just keep falling. I try to keep the blade away, but I just keep bleeding. I try not to puke, but my throat is raw. I try to care, but I just can't.
Saddened self harmers, Battling bulimics, Angsty anorexics, Isolated insomniacs, Scared schizophrenics, Lonely lesbians, Gloomy gays, Battling bisexuals, Troubled transexuals,
Why is it that we attack our own kind? We are the same creatures We just have different minds.
Flash "Scholarships" across a screen to get any driven students attention. Explain how one may be rewarded for their accomplishments. Schooled to learn education is the root to ascenion.
Speak my mind?  I can barely hear my thoughts. Always talking trash about others,  do these bullies ever stop?  With all those nasty words, I'm surprised your teeth don't rot. 
My face is clear it is open to the world,
Words kill more than bones heal. Yet we say sticks and stones.
Congratulations, You did exactly word for word what you were told. Never went against the grain, never did anything you weren’t told to do. How does it make you feel?   Pretty good right,
What did you say when the ink was etched into the skin of many, pale, fragile, souls locked away for a difference in belief? What did you feel when the two mechanical beasts in the sky light,
A letter to my mother   My mother hates me and I don’t know why We just can’t seem to see eye to eye She disrespects me to the ump degree Now I’m going to tell you what’s in my decree  
We sit in this classroom to talk about the issues of our day.
No one knows how much words can hurt. Not just your heart,your soul. People don't think before they speak. That's why we have this law. When you call her ugly?  How do you think she feels.
It's sad to see, through a student's bruised eyes How mock and torture, Succumb their lives. Brimming with ridicule, socially inept. Feeling like an outcast,  Like a total reject.
The brightness of a smile, the touch of a hand, can rectify the pain of bullies that no one understands. The flick of a wrist, a word stemmed from hate, pushing them to choose their own dark fate.
Those words go deep as you toy with my heart and emotions My very essence being ripped out and examined by vermin like you Looking for any weakness like being too nice to speak out against the torment
I have learned to speak because if you are quiet if you try the back road then someone tries to speak for you and drive with no input from you If you do not speak for yourself then someone speaks for you
Small but poisonous, Black but rimmed with green Envy and red Rage, Darts are thrown with Deadly accuracy They pinpoint their target, Puncturing the peachy flesh and Exploding upon impact.
Tonight is the night. There is no stopping. After this, it’s all over, and then what are you going to do? You’ll have that paper in your hand, You’ll be done, and where will you go? “No clue” – she says.
What is beauty to a person who doesn't believe it? Just a word in a dictionary without any meaning. It's a shame it can't be felt, damaged self esteem. If we are told enough maybe then we will start to believe.
I stand utterly bruised, not defeated, just bruised. I've come into battle with the conflict of words, the conflict of unjust actions, and recently in war with you. I've taken your arrows, your bombs, and
"Stand tall," mother reminds "So people look up to you." Stand tall so you demand respect Then, they will listen: give importance to your voice You are one that none should forget."
Who are you to speak about freedom, justice and equality when all you've done is dug your hole deeper to insanity you've done wrong and you've known it but you fail to accept it
To be strong or weak, That's a choice you have to make. But remember this, either you stand for something, or you fall for anything.
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