Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
I am.... Stereotyped.I am.... a nerd.I am.... Stereotyped.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wear glasses,
I play in the band,
I get good grades,
Like video games,
I'm weak and spineless
But so much smarter than people
I am.... an outcast.
I dress funny,
I act weird,
There's something wrong
Inside my head.
I'm too dumb
To understand people
I am.... an art freak.
I doodle over everything,
Dress a little different,
I am always colorful
And pretty happy,
I see the world
Differently than people
I am.... a gay guy.
I talk like a girl,
I just adore the color pink,
Oh, and I'm going to Hell.
I have no morals,
And instead I have AIDS
And should be kept from people
I am.... emo.
I dress in black,
Have sidesweep bangs,
And cut myself
Because life sucks.
I hate my life and
My parents and people
I am.... a prep.
I am mean and neast
I love drama
I am perfect and
Way better than people
I am.... a jock.
I play sports
Like wrestling or football.
I have no brain,
Society and Women? I am very tired right now. I don't know how writing this is going to go, but whatever. I'll try.Society and Women?3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The media has convinced me that to be a "woman," I have to be skinny, yet curvy. I have to have beautiful hair that will always look nice, no matter what. I have to have a flawless face with no acne, no spots, just glowing, healthy skin. I have to be sexy. Basically, I have to look perfect. The thing is, perfection doesn't exist. I don't know how many times I've spent long periods of time staring at my reflection in the mirror, crying because I'm nothing like how I'm "supposed to be."
That's exactly the problem, though. People seem to think that if you don't look "perfect," you are worthless. I can't be the only one who has been brainwashed into thinking that. The media is powerful, convincing, deadly.
How many times have you seen an advertisement where the mode
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It Is (Depression)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.