In a world where I give my best each day,
I try so hard in every single way.
I share my all with a hopeful heart,
But it seems my efforts fall apart.
No one seems to notice, I'm out of sight,
In this struggle, I hide my plight.
I do my best to make them see,
But I'm like a whisper in a roaring sea.
I feel like a shadow, quiet and small,
No one sees me, no one hears my call.
But I'll keep on trying, doing my part,
Hoping one day, I'll touch a heart.
Even if I'm just a face in the crowd,
I'll keep giving, saying clear and loud,
"I'm here, I care," though I'm ignored,
I'll keep on loving, with strength restored.
In a little town, where stories flew,
Lies and whispers, oh so untrue,
People gossip, secrets they betray,
Drama's stage, where troubles play.
Fingers point, friendships break,
Trust gets lost, for goodness' sake,
But let's choose kindness, let's be wise,
In truth and trust, our spirits rise.
In this world of tales and games,
We'll shine bright, not play those shames,
With honesty and love, we'll see,
Gossip's grip will set us free.
In the circle of laughter, I stand alone,
In the midst of friends, I've never known,
Their voices like music, a distant song,
But I'm lost in the crowd, where I don't belong.
We share our secrets, our hopes, our fears,
But my words get lost in the sea of cheers,
I smile on the outside, but inside, I weep,
For in this girlhood journey, I'm swimming so deep.
I watch their bonds, so tight and strong,
Wishing I could fit where I truly belong,
But something inside me keeps me apart,
A loneliness gripping my tender heart.
I yearn for a friend who'll understand,
The girl beneath this mask, the one so grand,
Who's struggling to find her place in this space,
To belong, to connect, to truly embrace.
But I won't give up, I'll keep the fight,
I'll shine my own star in the darkest of night,
For amidst these feelings of being alone,
I'll discover my strength, I'll find my own throne.
In the pages of girlhood, my story will unfold,
With courage and grace, I'll be strong and bold,
And one day, my friend, we'll both realize,
That in feeling alone, we grew and we rise.
There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.
She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.
She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.
I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I go,
she keeps on her painful talking.
Maybe I should ignore her,
because this is hurting hard inside my chest:
but how will I do this, if she's inside myself?
I feel her under my skin,
she's now a part of me;
I whish it didn't exist.
She judges my moves,
my decisions and my ideas,
even my own damn words.
Now I've talked with her,
she has spoken with me,
she has confessed.
Her, ladies and gentlemen,
is what they call:
to overthink.
(Senryus)
If I don’t have
a hair-band on my wrist I
feel out of control.
When I was a kid
I thought teens were the coolest
people in the world.
Now I know that teens
are the tiredest, most stressed
people in the world.
How fun would it be
if ceiling fans could support
our weight - bye boredom.
(3 Haikus)
Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people
I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts
Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna
be some weird adults?"
Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock
the cops and school the jail.
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