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Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?To feel so socially awkwardaround people that you feeluncomfortable in your own skin,knowing that you don't fit in.And, you walk away...thinking that being alonewill be better for you -but you're wrong.You just feel even more alone;even more rejected from society;perhaps even sad, in some way.What do you do while waiting for someone?As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -hoping they'll come soonlest you seem like a lonerwalking aimlessly around,causing people to pity you.And your face gets hot,you start to sweat becausethey know -they know of how alone you areand they feel sorry for you.
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum Last night, I dreamt of us.We were together on a mountaintop,I was sitting on the edge,With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,None of us wanting to say anything,My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,Unable to speak,While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,This is foreign to me,An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,No matter how long
Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,I was put on earth.I started life looking at the light in everything,But that didn't last very long.Because the truth isThere is no light.How can there be light ifEvery time I say something,I’m always cut down.So I just stay quiet.Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.Every time my mother’s eyes meet mineAll I see is the disappointment and failure she seesWithin me.So I just stare at the floor.Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,But I have a real person, who knows my every move,My every thought,To criticize me.To have a new reason to harm me.So I just stopped making decisions.Because I just can’t deal with the pain of my mistakes.Because I know I’ll make the wrong choice, no matter what I pick.AndAfter fifteen years of this,I earn friends that I don’t deserve.
Don't Cry, I'm Still AliveDon't cry, I'm still aliveMy body just died, I'm still aliveMy spirit has moved on, to the skiesMy body died, but I'm still aliveTell dad, he was the best he could beTell mom, that I loved her more than I could seeTell my siblings, that I will miss their laughsDon't cry, I'm still aliveI just needed, one more cutBut that was more, than enoughI cut to deep in my wrist, now my body is drainedPlease, Don't cry, I'm still aliveWhat I did, I left them behindNow I'm with god, and his angels alikeBut when I look down, I regretI see all the pain, I have spreadDon't cry, I'm still aliveDon't cry, my funeral is just a goodbyeBut it's not forever, for you will seeIn heaven we will be joined, and that is a joy for me
Gay? Who? Me.Are you gay?The question at first startled me.Speechless, unsure what I could say.Are you gay?The second time it was asked and I was silentI had heard it before, but just earlier that day.Are you gay?Each time it was asked it filled me with shock.What did it matter either way?Are you gay?When it was asked for the last time, I was at a loss.Should I lie or lay in the bed I had made?I am gay.Maybe I am too young to know,But this is what my heart wills me to say.I am gay.Maybe it is foolish to say so,Yet it would be true to this day.I am gay.There can be hate or they can embrace.I won't waver either way.I am gay.So accept or reject, get to know me or ignore me,The choice on that, and only that, is yours to be made.
Emo"Why do you cry over such the littlest things?"They ask."Why wear dark clothing all the time?"They ask."Why must you bleed yourself all the time, you pain loving freak!"They say."Wouldn't you too if you were put down,Had shame thrown upon you over anything you do,And no one there to lend a hand?"We answer."Why bring color into such a sad, sad world?Do you not see all the pain people endure,Are you that blind to the light before you?What if it is just our style?"We answer."Do you not know the suffering we put up with,Day after day,Week after week?We all need a bit of distraction,And don't think of it as uncommon either,For I bet many you know have done it as well."We answer.Why, why must we be so put down?Why must society exclude us,Only because we are different? Why do people hate what they call "Emos"?
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:In the darkest of times his tale is told.The Thunder Wolf of legends old...He came from the mountains on a stormy nightTo save the Lycans from a dire plight...Our race was young and growing stillBorn into the world by Luna's will.She gave us hearts of the purest lightAnd told us that the world was bright.But Luna was a child, small and naive;She saw the good in which she believed.Sadly for us, we lived the truth;As we were hunted for fang and tooth.Knowing nothing of weapons or warWe were slaved and broken to our very core.It was then that he came, hammer in handAnd he swore to us to sweep the land!And sweep he did, in a rain of bloodAs Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.Human kingdoms rose and fellBut their world became a living hell.Where once they hunted, now they bledWith pleading cries for clothes and breadWomen and children, it mattered notAll were slaughtered and left to rot.But Luna wept for her children's fateShe wished
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes alivea sweet song surround my heartand beyond the sadness and insecurity,I start to fly on the wings of gracecalling the name of Joy.Hoping that generosity of the Universewill caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,I let my emotions to spread in a special danceand like a beautiful dream of the beginning,the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.I'm still flying and without fear,I feel my wings translucent like a dragonflyand in my ears, a pale voice whisper:"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,as long as you are able to fly over your painand find the miracle of Spring."
Get Over It“You’re just sad.”“Suck it up.”And the worst?“Get over it.”I’m not just sad. I suffer from depressionWaiting for happiness’s resurrection.I can’t just forget it, it’s in me for goodI can’t do the things that I know I should.I’m not just sad. I’m broken. I’m lost.I’ve tried everything to fix it, no matter the cost.I’ve carried a blade just to hold to my wrist.I’ve carried a dream inside of my fist.I’ve talked about it, like they say I should doBut all my efforts are stopped by ignorant people like you.“You’re just sad.”“Suck it up.”And the worst?“Get over it.”
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