*Note* So this is pretty much the poem I have been writing over the past few days. It gets pretty dark, so just be aware of that. But that's because it is how I feel right now. So, uh, yeah. Enjoy! *End Note*
End of School
stress
stress
stress
everything hanging by a thread
teetering
teetering
about to tip
all I'm doing is trying to hold my grip
stumbling
stumbling
falling to the ground
doesn't anyone want me aroun
Sooooo... After three kinda decently depressing poems, I actually have a happy one! So, the background behind this is: I cut my hair. Yes, I know this doesn't sound super important, but all of a sudden I was getting compliments from people left and right, even people that I didn't even know knew me. Thus, this poem. I hope you enjoy!
I never thought
They knew my name
I never thought
They knew I was there
I never thought
They saw me
I never thought
*Note* Soooo it turns out poetry is a really good outlet. Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy! *End Note*
Expectations
A grip like a vise
Slowly crushing you
They start-
A pebble
A rock
A boulder
An avalanche
Breaking you down
Here a little there a little
Bit by bit
Until you are broken
You want so badly to be enough
But it always feels like you’re never enough
And you spend so long trying so hard
You don’t
*Note* So, originally this poem was my attempt at writing a song, but a) I can't play any accompanying instrument, and b) I had no idea what anything besides rest of the song should be, so I decided to post it here. I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, I know the title has nothing to do with the poem itself, but it actually would have tied in if I ever finished the song)
Every day is a challenge
A mountain you have to surpass
And you go about trying
To measure up at last
I realized I had posted this somewhere else, but not here, so here you go.
*WARNING* Well, I'm not good at poetry, so just be aware of that. Also, I wrote this when I was super frustrated and feeling kinda depressed, so be aware of that as well. *END WARNING*
Do You Know What It’s Like
An attempt at poetry
Do you know what it’s like
To sit alone at lunch every day for three years
Do you know what it’s like
To be lonely, even in a crowd
Do you
