Why do you wonder who I might be
why I make the decisions I make
all because its me
living in a world always trying to please
overlooking my needs
all because its me
Making many mistakes ending last or
starting over
all because its me
Not trying to be someone im not
faking to please all others
all because its me
inside I struggle with pain and cry inside
never asked me once how I feel or my I cry
all because its me
my world is not your world I want to be free
live my life to choose my own path
I dont give a damn what society thinks I should be
Im living my life for me
all because its me
this is who I am
Racist liar is last writer about love; he is full of hatred.
Fake love and write are natural results of fake personality.
When my personality was split,
I asked myself, which side's legit?
"It's me", an angelic voice then cried,
but the other said, "of course, he lied".
Will these voices flee or take flight -
or will, for eternity, they fight?
"What's wrong with me?", I sighed.
"Gee, I don't know", I replied.
"Wait, Dave, I think I've got it -
our personality is split!"
"That's the dumbest thing I've heard, of course."
"Pipe down and consider the source."
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigour,
Fights with society
To affirm her existence
In this bitter world.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch the horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of suffocation.
Compiling memoirs of ordeals,
Blazes her woes away,
Reflects a gracious smile,
And utters words in appraisal.
Illustrates a glorious extent,
Prompting decisive impulses,
Attempts to fortify her pals
Towards their prospects.
It really looks peaceful when you see
A man on a bench sitting reading his phone
But it could be the act of contumacy
His vehement dream to stay alone
Similarly, what do they know about me
May have nothing to do with reality
I don't bother to conceal a mystery
Anyhow I'm a missed personality
So what’s real, no one can say for certain
They can only guess and suppose
I say howdy and smile, an invisible curtain
Slightly moved, but remains closed.
i love you and you know i would do anything for
you and it kills me that i know you wouldn't do
the same for me.
you’re all i have
please don’t leave me
i hate you for this
i hate that you’re the only thing keeping me alive
when whether i’m alive or not
truly means nothing in your universe
that i yearn to be a part of
your universe;
that which i crave to be
the dark night sky that scares you when you’re alone
the stars you smile at because they’re so beautiful
the moon that make you feel safe under that same dark sky
i want you to need me
as much as i need you
realising i’m nothing more than another person to you
kills me
i want it to kill you
it’s killing me
i want you to need me
i need you to want me
not of my own accord, don’t flatter yourself
They ask the tool and take the answer fast,
With no uncertain doubts they ever cast.
The words look good, the lines are smooth and neat,
But funny faults lie low in the sheet.
They skip the work that builds a curious mind,
And leave their deeper thoughts way behind.
Their borrowed lines will fade and fall away,
Like morning dews that vanish in the day.
So, learn to think, to doubt, to test and see,
Or lose your voice and your personality.
7/5/2026
The sun goes down, the storm begins to rise,A tidal wave behind my weary eyes.
The fear of being left, the splitting dark,
Each emotion leaving such a burning mark.
I grab the glass to numb the jagged edge,
To stop myself from walking off the ledge.
With every sip, the roaring silence breaks,
A temporary shield for my mistakes.
I drown the "too much," hide the frantic need,And plant the, "I am fine," synthetic seed.But when the fog lifts, the trauma remains,The same broken heart, the same heavy chains.The bottle promises a quiet night,But leaves me sinking, hidden from the light.Yet,
Shaping alike, Life's performer.
Yet through each what is played
Mixed for tonal colour transmits
The fiddler, cellist; both.
High or low placed, Life's theatre-house.
Yet throughout what resounds
If as no harmonious whole
To be called 'dull' still loth!
Should be worried and scared
You've got Dr.Jeckyll-Mr.Hyde personality
Too often unreliable and unpredictable
Yet you've somehow got a trustworthy quality
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A hundred masks which one to use?
A hundred dreams which one to lose,
Now here I lay, a shadow of myself,
A ghost of the personality I had,
A mask off charades I play,
A card I choose everyday.
How many layers exist inside,
One happy, one sad, and one love derived.
An empty one, I push to fill;
The contents always fall out,
Leaving me nauseated still.
So a game i play everyday,
Some chess, dress up, a disarray
Until I'm left to clean the mess,
Only to realize I forgot which face I had.
Makeup for my personality,
Until I don't have remover left.
So I layer it on, one by one,
Buried so deep I locked myself.
So much absence, what do I feel?
What to leave and what to heal;
But passes another day,
With my masks and disarray,
As they say, you have to pretend to actually fall asleep,
So I go manic, wether too much or too less to feel,
The mask might melt but it's glued so deep,
Taking it off is too much to see
I learned you first in fragments—
not trust, not fear, but both at once,
a trembling compass spinning
toward the very hands
that taught you how to flinch.
Your heart kept two ledgers—
the one who comforts
and the one who harms—
yet both wore the same face,
spoke the same lullaby.
So love became a fire exit
sealed shut in every dream.
You ran toward safety,
but the path bent back
into the burning room.
I watch you now—
how you brace for impact
even in a gentle voice,
how you search my eyes
for storms I do not carry.
Child of scrambled signals,
you were not born in chaos—
it was given to you
like a map with no north.
But hear this softly:
your nervous system
is not your destiny.
There is a door
no one showed you.
Take my hand—
we will walk slowly.
The past can be rewired;
even shattered patterns
learn new rhythms.
And someday
when someone reaches for you
with honest, steady palms,
your body will not mistake
their warmth for danger.
You will not run.
You will not freeze.
You will simply stay—
and call it home.
Different People, Different Personalities
There's different people with different personalities that make up who they are
Different experiences and choices that left untold scars
You have people who are introverted and or extroverted in association
Some give direct eye contact and others look away in conversation
There are those who are very opinionated while others fight battles from within
For some it takes alot to push their buttons while others are thin skin
The spotlight is very much desired by some while others feel a bit shy
You have those who just do what their told but others who ask why
You have those who break laws and would step on people's feelings
When it comes to helping other's you have those who are willing
We're different in race, height, weight and color
Some raised in families and others by a single mother
Many live on social media while others want privacy
Some live carefree while others die from anxiety
All these different personalities making up a generation
While having similar feelings and emotions in every nation
Unstoppable wags
A full-body affection
Welcoming you home
Fast boi clique founder
Speed beyond Sunday confines
Yearns for open fields
Grabs life by the ball
Persistent in the pursuit
Pride in possession
Curiosity
Cautious in discovery
Bold exclamation
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