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Fuck Society“You can’t be pretty,
Without being skinny.”

That’s what they say,
So I start dieting,
And starving myself,
To follow their way.

“If you’re skinny,
You have a disorder,
So start eating.”

So that’s what I do,
I start to gain,
But I still wasn’t perfect,
What else can I do?

“If you don’t wear make-up,”
You know you’re ugly.”

I start to wear make-up,
But I don’t feel pretty,
I feel like I’m suffocating,
My mom takes pity.

“If you wear to much make-up,
You’re either a slut or a whore.”

I stop wearing make-up,
They want everyth

by ~Beckia-is-awesome in Free Verse

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I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.

I am not Blind; I just love to listen.

I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.

I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.

I am not Depressed; this is how I smile

I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.

I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.

I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.

Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,

No.

I am not Special; I'm just being me.I Am Not5 months ago in Free Verse

ConfusionI'm just the one who smiles
Just so you do, too

I'm the one who's laughing
Standing right behind you

I'm the one hiding from the spot light
Just so someone else can have it

I'm the one who keeps it all inside
Just to make room for you

I'm just the one who is never happy
Just appears that way

I'm the one with scars on my arms
Just to be better

I'm the one you'll never understand
No matter how much you want toConfusion3 months ago in Free Verse

That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reach
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit

Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild

Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire

So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?

Please be strongThat Girl In The Mirror5 months ago in Free Verse

Because I Forget     Some broken hearts
  Will love again,
  Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
  Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,

Because you have love,
You will triumph again

Some brokenBecause I Forget6 months ago in Concrete Poetry

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and Sinking6 months ago in Free Verse

I want to be....I want to be one of those girls
The ones with the three inch gap between their thighs and the stick thin legs.
One of those teenagers
Who you see in the street with their arms all sliced up.
One of those children
Who don't have to count everything.
One of those kids
Who have a boyfriend and are never alone.
One of those students
Who has loads of friends.
One of those people
Who can be just 'Fine'.

But I want to be Normal.

I want to be able to eat.
I want to be able to not cut.
I want to be able to just relax.
I want to be able to not be alone.
I want to be able to make friends.
I want to be just fine.I want to be....5 months ago in Free Verse

Drip, Drop, Drip"Drip, Drop, Drip"

I felt a warm feeling run down my arm
But truth behold the pain was gone
I saw blood dripping on the floor
I watched it drip and drip some more

How it happened; I don't know
But the drip was dripping slow
It might have seemed like such a bore
But I watched it drip some more

I watched the blood leave a trail
Down the drawer and on the mail
The trail now leaked under doors
Drip by drip, it dripped some more

The noise it made was pitter-patter
On the tiles spilt and splattered
To clean this up is such a chore
So I watched it drip some more

My head tilted and pictured eyes
Eyes like mine so young and wise
Disgusted by thisDrip, Drop, Drip4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

AfraidHave you ever been afraid of yourself?
It's the worst feeling there is
because no matter what you do,
no matter what you try,
you can never escape it
because you're trapped inside yourself,
terrified of what could happen next,
afraid of who you could hurt,
afraid of what you might do.
In dreams, thoughts are only amplified.
In wakefulness, horrors become real.
You tell yourself it cant be real,
tell yourself its not who you truly are.
But it is.
And nothing can change it.Afraid5 months ago in Free Verse

I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.

I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.

I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.

I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.

I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.

But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.

I'm just so tiI'm So Tired5 months ago in Free Verse

Stay Young"Stay Young"

Remember when the only thing to do in the morning
Was lay in bed and watch cartoons?
Nothing else then seemed important
And we didn't get out of bed until noon.

Remember when after school every day
We would play tag in the park?
We couldn't be told what to say
And we'd run around like fools until dark

But now that we've become older
Making transitions to new frames of mind
Life is weighing down like boulders
And things suddenly aren't as fine

We can't help but think; we can't help but worry
Some say life will just begin
But it seems no matter how fast we hurry
We're in a race we just can't win

We're in a tunnel that has no lStay Young4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I Have Never Really Known YouI see you're hurting.
I try to help.
I can't reach you.
Can anyone else?
The one who loves you,
Does he hear your plea?
If anyone does,
It's not me.
I know you are strong,
But it's okay to be weak.
It's okay to fall down;
It's okay to be meek.
Before you fall,
In that briar patch,
You should know,
I have your back.
We laugh,
Together.
We cry,
Together.
Soul Best Friends For Like,
Fucking Ever.
Our time together,
Will never pass.
Jump off a bridge,
I'll get on my boat,
And save your ass. I Have Never Really Known You3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.

If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.

If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.

If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.

If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.

If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.

If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.You're Not?4 months ago in Free Verse

MeMy name is unloved,
hopeless,
and haunted.

I live in hell,
cowering away,
curled up in my shell.

I dream of death,
escaping this place
by ceasing my breath.

This is me,
crying in despair,
wishing to be free.

Will I ever know joy,
or will I stay here forever,
your broken little toy?Me3 months ago in Free Verse

One day ...
We'll find ourselves .
We'll smile , and mean it .
We'll throw away all those issues .
We'll finally 'fit' .

One day ...
We'll be happy .
We'll forget our pain .
We'll find we really do have worth .
We'll find our place .

One day ...
We'll find our strength .
We'll be whole again .
We'll finally find our place .
We'll finally laugh again .

One day ...
We'll see our hearts have healed .
We'll find joy there .
We'll have started over .
We'll finally ....be

... One day . One Day3 months ago in Free Verse

Just ListenWhen I talk to you
Don't talk back
Please don't give me advice
Don't tell me I'm on the right track

When I talk to you
I want you to hold me tight
Let me know you're there
And that everything's alright

When I talk to you
I want to look you in the eye
Let me know that you understand
Tell me that it's ok to cry

Just listen to me
Don't say a word
Show me you're there
I need to be heardJust Listen11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I Met MeToday I met a girl,
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."

Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.

"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.

Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."

Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.

"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."

What?
How in I Met Me3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demand
But why should I?
It’s my face, my life isn’t it?
It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my own
And that should be enough
Right?

He’s a relaxing voice
A faceless man
With a clever sense of humor
He’s a beautiful person
And that’s enough

The cruelty drags me down
I’m tired of seeing it
I’m tired of the scrutiny
I want to be a cartoon character
Stop looking at me

Why are they so determined to know?
It isn’t important
He should be judged on his own merits
A face shouldn’t matter
He is beautiful anywaysIt Shouldn't Matter6 months ago in Free Verse

How are you?"Hey! How are you?"

I'm bad,
Tired,
Hurt,
Depressed,
Alone,
Stressed,
Regretful,
Disconcerting,
Frozen to the core,
Broken,
Ready to cry some more,
Lonely,
Crushed,
Cold,
Life is just rushed...
Defeated,
In so much pain,
Feeling cheated,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Worthless,
Life is just so rough,
A failure,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,

"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"How are you?5 months ago in Free Verse

If you come closer

Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.

But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.

I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.

I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.

I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.

You're my naked tIf you come closer5 months ago in Free Verse

SuicideI'm not okay.
I'm not "free."
I'm not the me,
You think to be me.
I'm falling up,
Into a beautiful sky of blood.
All of it's mine,
Leaving my body,
In a torrential flood.
I want to leave,
Pop those pills.
Join Death,
In roaming the rolling hills.
I want my canvas,
Of blood and skin.
I want my body destroyed,
To commit that beautiful sin.
I want the pain,
The poison and death.
I want that exhilaration,
And loss of breath.
I want to die,
And go away.
So I shall take my life,
Today. Suicide5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.

Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.

I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."

Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.The Shams of What Remains3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Do You?Every scar tells a story...

A cross for the time I doubted God,
Four down the middle,
Because three was odd.
One for the insults,
And how my heart breaks.
Seven for the time he was ripped away.
Eight for the time you left me alone,
Six for the time,
I lost my home.

My scars talk.
And you listen.
But you don't hear.
You don't hear,
My doubts and fears.
My insecurities and confusion,
They do not exist in your illusion.
I have been ripped away from what I need.
And what I need,
Is to grieve,
And bleed.

My scars tell a story.
I have a reason for what I do.
My scars tell a story.
But you don't hear,
Do you?Do You?5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.

I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.

I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing therBipolar Disorder1 month ago in Free Verse

The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From ThereFor my AP Language and Composition class, we were supposed to write an essay on a controversial topic. I chose Rape Culture.
An important line that seems to be blurred when it comes to sexual advances and the act of sex itself is the idea of "when does no mean no". If a woman is blackout drunk yet still asks for sex, even though she might not remember it in the morning, surely it isn't against her will? Or if a girlfriend says no, maybe she's just playing hard to get, right? Wrong. No matter the innuendos and no matter the situation, 'no' does in fact mean 'no'. Regardless of how drunk the person is or what they are wearing, there is never an excuse for rape or an 'invitation' for sexual assault. But the question is where did this mindset begin and why is it acted upon so often and without reproof?
The catalyst and the enabler of rape is much more complex than just a man's lust: the crux of the issue lies in the idea of "Rape Culture". Rape culture is a society in which people of all aThe Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From There4 months ago in Personal

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