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Dear the Education Sytem

Dear the education system,
You have so many faults, let's list them,
First mental illness, creeps through your gates,
We all need help now, before it's too late

Our classrooms are dirty, conquered with disease,
And we're meant to pass our exams with ease?
The textbooks are heavy, in weight and in money,
Breaking our backs like the pressure to study,

We have no free time to relax and unwind,
And when we are off, our parents get fined,
We scream out to God "Please give us a break!",
I lose so much sleep, i can't stay awake,

Yet somehow these things have us to blame,
"Just go to bed early", well that was the aim!
But instead i had heaps of homework to do,
Writing and writing, with a side of tears too,

I walk into school, everyday drained,
I cry every night, these things don't change,
My mental health has reached an all time low,
The chains i call school need to let me go,

We all get called overdramatic,
Do you really expect me to be ecstatic?
With no sex ed and no real-life skills,
No wonder teens are taking the pills,

So education system, please help us out,
Because we don't know how we're gonna turn out,
That is if we turn out at all,
I keep losing your battles, i'm tired and torn

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End of the Pier

I walk down onto the long pier
The sea looks ever so clear
I can see all the pretty fish swimming
And all the little children stone skimming
I see their families cheer

I walk further down the pier
I notice the end is near
I now see the lovely sunlight dimming
And I admire it, I am grinning
I say to myself "I'm here!"

8/2/19

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Dear Home

Dear home,

I've searched for you for a long time now,
I've looked under the bed,
Under the carpet,
Behind all the doors,
Yet I haven't met you,

I've ventured souls deep,
To see if you were there,
I've poured myself out
To deceptions of you,
To find they are only temporary
With the aim to delude,

You come and go,
But never make yourself comfortable.
My house is just a fraud,
Wearing you as a mask,

I've been searching for you
For years now, home,
And yet my bed
Is the closest relative to you that i've found.
"Home isn't a place, it is a feeling",
Then why don't i feel anything at all?

I don't like this game,
My turn never lasts long,
It's like you're constantly rolling sixes,
Or slapping me with a 'miss a go',
I crave you like the planets crave the sun;
They need something to orbit around,

I know you're out there,
I'll keep searching under the bed,
I'll keep searching under the carpet,
I'll keep searching behind the doors,
I'll venture further into souls,
Until one ventures back into mine,

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Depression

Drowning in a sea of dark hoodies and unbrushed hair,
My mind turns dark, a cloud forms and haunts me,
Two sides of my brain desperate to escape my embodiment of sadness,
The bird in the cage known as my mind just wants to be set free,
I awaken in a pile of duvets with no cover,
I haven't found the strength to put them on this week,
It's as if they're mocking me and my vulnerabilty,

Nevertheless no one cares,
No one cares where i am, how i am, who i am,
My name is as much to them as water is to a tsunami,
Oh and do I summon tsunamis from the tear glands of my eyes at night,

I haul my fruitless body to the bathroom,
A place that was fond of me during my childhood,
My bed would cry for me but the bathroom floor would cry louder,
And it woudn't stop until i greeted it,
I drag myself into the shower only to feel just as unclean after,
I sit on the floor of my bathtub,
It's the shower's turn to cry now,

I am summoned back to my bed,
Home to mascara-stained and tear-soaked pillows,
I pull at my hair like the pull that constantly brings me back here,
My nails scream at me to not come for them next,
I stare at the ceiling like kids stare into a sweet shop - I never take my eyes off it,
I'm torn between wanting to be fixed or to lay here and rot away,

It's not as if my bed would let me go anyway,
It knows what the world will do to me,
I feel naked leaving the house,
Nowhere else is my home,
I'm welcome nowhere else,
No other place, no other person,

So i pass my day where I'm welcome,
Have converstaions with my ceiling,
I close my heavy eyes,
They have seen enough for today,
Sleep is the treadmill to death - 
You're not going anywhere yet it's exhausting,

Depression is not a prize,
You cannot desire to have it,
Depression is not a costume,
You can't just put it on to look good,
And depression is not a weakness,
It is badge that reads "I am still here"

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A Heavenly Meal

as soon as mother shouts "dinner's ready!"
I run to the kitchen, my pace steady
i watch the hot steam dance above my plate
my mouth is watering, i just can't wait
can i not just dive right in already?

i sit there staring, watching patiently
it stares me right back, whispering "eat me"
how can i wait any longer? just how?
then at last, mother says "you may start now"
i indulge in my heaven, finally

8/2/19

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Our Roots

You fell at the fingertips
Of our loving family's arms,
Like a raindrop cascading,
From a weakened leaf.
Our roots became buried
In complications and disagreement,
They envied the attention
That the world above them was fed instead.
I'd scan the room for you,
Only to be faced with a wall of forced opinions
On how our importance was replaced
By things you craved more.

After years of longing,
After years of confusion,
This deficient family searched for you.
The sadness in your eyes 
Was loud enough to silence sirens - 
They proved bruised from seeing too much,
Dizzy from the vicious cycle of being.
Like an explorer stood still,
I could see the cage
Your mind had forged to rob you from us.

My grandmother's arms
Unnerved the anguish feasting on you,
Warned it away for life,
My mother next.
Through the throwing of compliments,
And the smoke of reconciliation,
You saw me.
I did not await anything from you,
Enough has been taken already,
But as your arms rose towards me,
Peace and contentment followed.
Your cold from within was conquered
By the fire we had just rekindled;
We fed it wood engraved with love,
And gasoline rich in hope.
Your presence was enough for me.

I feel the world betrayed you;
Deceived you into another body,
A body with a willing heart,
But spoiled with a tainted mind.
The foreign cloud that gnawed at our bond
Was blanketed by the sunlight beamed from our reconvening.
You swept the golden leaves from our grave,
Where our roots remained:
Bruised but with the intension to grow.

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Resolutions

Realistically, will you unnerve the devil?
Ensure he won’t tempt you to stoop to his level ,
Staring at the wine glass, my mind is in disarray,
Oaths I swore I would take, I can’t dismiss them away,
Losing my jar rich with faith and engraved with self control,
Under the spell of temptation, I scramble for my goal,
Taking flight to chase my spilling jar of fresh starts,
I tell myself repeatedly “I have to be smart”,
Obedient I will be, to the quest I set myself on,
Never will I give in, the show must go on -

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Lost

Sometimes I feel like I'm lost
I'm as lost as a child in a supermarket
I can scream and scream for my mother
But she has found her car where she parked it

The child and I are the same
Except me? I'm lost in my mind
We both can cry in a supermarket
We have both been left behind

I then see the child's mother
Come running with her open arms
The child has now been saved
But I'm still falling apart

I wish this feeling could stop
This feeling of dread and pain
And I know when I wake up tomorrow
I'll have to go through it again

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Not Everybody Is Happy

I like to cry,
I like to cry until my eyes are swollen like balloons 
Ready to be popped and to explode with sadness,
I like the stream i call tears escaping from their prison,
Although they were innocent victims to begin with,
I like soaking my pillow with memories that are long gone, 
Ones i will never get back.,
I like to cry. 

My mother does not enjoy 
To watch me sob over this wicked world 
That seizes my happiness single-handedly, 
She stares at my balloon eyes and my tear-washed face
And sighs:

"Not everybody is happy".

"But mother! 
I see the girls at school! 
Their smile invades their beautiful faces, 
Their laughs spread joy like pixie dust as they echo in the hallways, 
They have gorgeous boys hunting them, 
Their eyes gleam like magical lakes of wisdom, 
They have money spilling out from their gold-encrusted pockets"

"Not everybody is happy.
"These girls you see dear, 
They are fighting the same battles as you,
No smile is going to scare away the rough week ahead,
No laugh can fix your head wounds, and i don't mean the ones on the outside,
No boy can erase the grey cloud that follows your every move,
No eyes can stare back at the emptiness that conquers your entire body,
No matter how many coins you have in that designer purse, 
You could never fight the demons in your head with them."

"Not everybody dear, is happy"

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Of Shoes

Shoes are
the prison that protects
and they encage our feet
yet they have kind soles which
shield us from the painful outside world

07/30/19