Another slew of poems

Dec 20, 2004 19:54

Failure

You are quiet
Disappointed
Anxious
Nervous
Nauseas
Depressed
You are a failure
Lazy
Procrastinator
Unable to meet expectations
Uncaring
Disgusting

Pressure

Trapped from both sides
Backed against a wall
Pushed and pulled in different directions
Called to your duty
But you can’t leave
Voices inside your head
Tell you two different things
Do your best to escape
Oh, just stay here and wait
Conflicting, Ripping, Twitching
Pressure

Lost

Knock on the door, no one’s home
Fall to the floor, you’re all alone
Lost inside, don’t you know who you are
Doesn’t matter, you’re a star

One Day

One day you’ll stand tall above the rest
One day you won’t care that you failed that test
One day they’ll see you’re not a little girl
One day you’ll be on your own in the world
One day they’ll listen to what you have to say
One day those so called friends will wish they had stayed
One day you’ll find success
Love yourself every day
But for right now
This moment
You’re just finding your way

Looking at Me

Why do they stare at her that way?
Like she’s another species
Someone cramping their style
I wish they’d get over themselves
Stop thinking they’re the hottest shit around
Wish they’d shut up for a while
I hope she pounds em to the ground
Show them what she’s made of -
But I can’t
I’m afraid

Yellow Brick Road

I walked down a yellow brick road
But it wasn’t yellow
More a dark brown
I walked down a yellow brick road
But I wasn’t trying to get back home
More like trying to find myself
I walked down a yellow brick road
But munchkins didn’t show me the way
Found it on my own
I walked down a yellow brick road
But it was daunting, frustrating, depressing
That’s how I knew I wasn’t dead

Pearl Earrings

Pearl earrings, diamond rings
Why is it that we need these things?
Hurting, suffering, trials and tribulations
Bad relationship, no trust, no one
Excitement, Contented, Exhilaration
Joy, Loveliness, Restoration
Pearl earrings, diamond rings
Why is it that we need these things?

Dreams

She wants to be a singer
She wants to be a movie star
She’s great at writing, too
Tired of letting things stand in the way of her dreams
Tired of people telling her what to do
How to live her life
She’s no longer going to sit idly by
And watch them turn into whispers of yesterday

Teacher

They don’t care what you’re going through
They don’t care if you cry
All that matters is their paycheck
Can’t you see?
All that matters is writing down that D
You could be miserable
Begging please
Down on your knees
They don’t give a shit
You get treated like that crime you didn’t commit
They’re God -
You’re a pawn
So what the fuck is the point of waking up at dawn?

I couldn't help myself. :p

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