Prep, freak, jock, punk, goth, wannabe
Talk about overwhelming
People are so hung up on clothes and appearance
They judge people by their looks
They don't get to know people
If you wear this you're that
If you do that you're this
People are so judgmental
I try to stay away from them
But I can't do it
The labels can never die
There are fights
Preps vs. freaks, jocks vs. punks
And of course more
The invincible labels always come back
Maybe someday, sometime
This hellish war of labels will end
Summer
Summer is upon us
Summer and its fun
And laziness
And possibilities
The stifling heat
Or humid thunderstorms
The burning sun
Or the cool clouds
The warm air at night
Sleeping outside
Or staying up all night
And watching the sun rise
Then the summer ends
School, books, and new clothes
Teachers, bells, and P.E.
Autumn is upon us
I Want to Cry
Sometimes I want to cry
I don't know why
I just want to rid myself
Of this heavy emotion that is unnamed
I want to watch sad movies
Or listen to sad songs
Or think about loved ones dying
Just so I will cry
This want mystifies me
Why do I want to cry?
I don't want to hurt
I don't want pain
Sometimes I'd like to be numb
Or maybe even dead
Just so I can't feel
So I won't want to cry
I'd Like to...
Sometimes I'd like to
Die
Just disappear and leave this
World
The people here exhaust me
With their stupidity and fears
I want to kill sometimes
To relieve my headache
The boys hurt me
And make me hate
I want to torture them
To amuse my mind
I'd like to
Leave
And just permanently
Sleep
Death
You're just lying there
In a nice outfit
With lipstick that's too dark
And clear nail polish
You don't look like you
You look unhappy
With your mouth turned down
I can't stand it
So many people are saying
So many nice things about you
Because you were so nice
And positive, always seeing the bright side
You don't look like my grandma
You're just her body, her shell
Her soul is gone, free
Free from the hospital bed and oxygen mask
I cry
I'm happy you feel no pain
You went peacefully
But I cry
I can't believe you're gone
I'll never see you again
I'll never hear you're voice
I can't believe you're dead
Self Esteem
You make me feel things
Sometimes I feel good
I think good things
Sometimes I feel bad
I think I'm so utterly alone
Sometimes you make me feel like crying
So many times I want to crawl into darkness and die
It seems so much easier
Than feeling the other emotions presented
I don't affect you at all
It seems
You don't care if I'm there
Or if I'm gone
If I died you wouldn't be bothered
You'd go on with your life
Missing something you can't think of
You make my self esteem waiver
Why do you do this to me?
You don't even know
That I feel this way
You killed me
Pain and Emotions
This lump in my throat
Is growing large
I almost can't breathe
Hold in the tears
For a couple more minutes
Until you leave
It seems that you hate me
Despite you're words
You get angry and yell
But when my tears come
You realize what's been done
And you apologize
Hoping it will make it all go away
But I still have your painful words
They'll be with me always
Similes
Your ego inflates your head
