Distorted Mirror Pieces
Can’t be emotional or else I’ll fall into the stereotype.
Can’t laugh too loud or I’ll be a bother,
Can’t be too quiet or I’ll be boring
Can’t have different interests or they’ll find another.
If I’m too nice I’ll get walked over
If I’m too harsh I’ll just be a loner.
If I put me first I don’t have a heart,
but I’ve never done that though I wouldn’t know where to start.
If I dream too big I’m told I’ll only get hurt.
But if I give up my dreams I’ll have no heart.
If I give up my dreams Im once again boring,
If I don’t reveal personal things I’m not to be trusted
But when my problems arent interesting to others they are yawning.
If I don’t choose sides in drama I’m two faced.
If I do choose a side I’m hated by one.
If i give with my heart too much I’m easy.
If i keep to myself I’m ‘suddenly’ a frigid.
If I reflect back what others want to see,
they like who I pretend to be
But when its my turn to look in the mirror
I have lost the real core me.
The Curious Cat
The curious cat picks up the phone
and thinks to itself
no one knows what the cat is thinking
no one is curious
so wow the man flies out of the plane with a brick
but no one would know he has a brick with him, why?
Because the curious cat isn’t there, no one is curious.
People
People reject and deflect from things they don’t understand
Things that are different, broken, too much.
You can try your best to appease an impossible crowd no matter how much you shift and shape yourself into an image that is everything but you that crowd will always be hungry.
People will try to shut you down and snuff out your light because they don’t like it or perhaps they envy the fact you have something they never got to express.
Some Will Help
As someone with an empathetic soul
I see everybody’s rights and wrongs
I silently listen, and i understand
entirely unable to hate a man.
I hate to see a person cry
even if they’re the worst and wrong, to die.
And some will see and some will chat
but none will really care to act
Some will help, i hope it’s me
it’s all i’ve ever yearned to be
It’s not a task, its simple to care
once it’s done, like a breath of air.
I Choose to be Kind
I choose to be kind and loving to everyone i know,
I used to be cool and brave, things I love most to admire myself. When some people choose to be rude to everyone themselves, I tried my best to not hurt anyone.
They Have Tried
They have tried to put me into boxes
They have tried to label me
They have tried to decide who I am
I can feel them watching
I can feel their stare of judgment
Because all of their attempts failed
I refuse to be held back
I am a bird who have been caged,
but whose fate is fly free
I am a horse who will not be tamed
I am an angel with open wings
I am a girl who will not be stopped.
I Am Different
Why am I different?
The girls, they look at me funny
My hair unkempt and untidy
Theirs clean and polished
They won’t let me play with their toys
Why am I different?
Boys take no notice of me
Only when they want to laugh at me
My knees, knobbly and bruised
They call me lanky
Why am I different?
I have started to wear my hair differently
I still make my little creative videos and share them with my classmates
Discovering different art forms
Still, I cannot run
I have started to wear mascara
Why am I different?
I think I started to figure it out
Mascara, eyebrow gel, blush too
Now it’s all making sense
Talk a certain way and people will smile at you
Look a certain way and people will smile at you
Act a certain way and people will smile at you
Date certain people and they will smile at you
Still, I feel so different.
I think I started to figure it out
Because I watch South Park, I love history, I have a huge appreciation for art, the small things, I cry easily, I am lanky and my nose is big, I meditate, I play on my DS, I am awkward, I don’t like big parties, I’m in love with movies, and I hyperfixate on things until I am sick of them.
I am different.
Stand Out
In a country of copy and paste I choose to be unique.
In a place where fights happen I choose to step out.
In a spot where everyone choose to leave I choose to stay
In a county of people who know each other I choose to stay mysterious
In a world of people I feel like I stand out.
Roses in My Lungs
I cough out the blood red petals
The delicate feather like weight
Contrast to the darkness I feel
The softness in my hand blurred by tears
I wander the empty streets
Empty but me and you
Every step to you is agony
Every breaths choked out with flowers
I never knew roses could feel so heavy
Something I thought was a gift
Grew to be a curse from you
All because I keep chasing you
The streets start to fill
Not with people but with green
Pretty red roses sit on the branches
Branches with thorns that skin me alive
I still look for you in the maze
But lost you to the blurry vision
Moving no longer my body stiff
All my breaths are full
I lay there on my bed
Every breath I took was red
My lungs full of roses
But I still love you.
In the Light
When the lights hit me in that way I just know
I’m meant to be there
From the familiar scent of the room
To the backdrop that changes occasionally
Whether I’m sitting in the back
In the front
Or on the stage
I know this is where I’m meant to be.
The First Week Of
I remember the week first of,
A new woman came to rule,
It’s only been a year since then,
but I notice the effects now then ever more.
My makeup was absurd,
My boots were informal,
My wrists could kill someone,
My anger was tiring.
The constant warnings for being who I am,
To look that way I never wanted to face,
I may not appeal to the ones in heels,
I remember the week first of.
I’ve lost the same spark,
I’m no longer the ones before,
I blame the confusion, the wipes on my face,
You created me to your appeal,
Let me be myself.
If Only
From the late study nights,
To the early school mornings,
From the loud large theatres,
To the strong winds calling,
From the fear of being let down,
To the reality that there’s so much more out there
I dream about leaving, and to go so far away,
But my family and friends all expect me to stay,
I want to be free, and to feel it so bad,
If only I wasn’t so scared of being put down,
These exams and auditions, constant need for perfection, hold me like a grip, I feel like I might….
Get hold of my dreams, and follow them so far,
Leave like the last bell releases them all,
If only I wasn’t so afraid of being judged, I just can’t stop that call.
Since I Was Young
Since I was young I always wondered why people acted the way they did
Since I was young I wondered why people treated others like that because of where they were from
Since I was young I always wondered why people were like that when they saw someone who didn’t look like them
Now I do understand people will always be who they are because of the way they have grown with the cruel world we have now
What I will never understand is why people follow what other people do, say and act just to be like others.
Flowers
You walked the field of flowers with boots of leather.
You crushed everything you touched, your heavy boots withering petals.
You left the field a battle ground, flowers pressed and broken down.
You thought nothing of it.
But the flowers grew back, new and strong.
Blooming stems, petals of colour.
Once you came back, the flowers were there, awaiting your boots with little fear.
Your boots of leather tried their trudge, but the flowers never held a grudge.
That Girl
How do i be that girl that everyone adores
How do i be that girl that can never fail at anything
How do i be that girl that achieves at everything and believes like no one before
How do i be that girl with the smile that never fails
How do i be that girl with a great style
How do i be that girl who though eveything is still as amazing as she was before .
but the truth is i can never be that girl fully as i am my own person, everyone is their own and every girl is different from the rest which is what makes us all unique.
Step Outside
I wake up in a body that feels like a script written before I get the chance to
They hand me mirrors that don’t feel like mine
and frame me in rules I never agreed to
be gentle, be pretty, but not too loud, be yourself but don’t act weird, be everything, but never you.
I just wish I could step outside this shape that the world keeps naming for me, not shame just exhaustion from carrying what I didn’t choose to be.
Hear the Cries of the Youth of Ireland
The soil I walk on is foreign to me
Even though it’s the only one I know and see
It’s like I am an imposter on my own soil.
Even though my ancestors fought and toiled
So that I can stare upon this land I call home
and be able to call myself Irish with pride and glee
Just for the rest of the world to see
But even after all the war.
My home somehow still seems tore
As I walk upon the Irish soil
I don’t speak my native tongue
I don’t play the instruments
I just live and breathe the Irish air
But to me that just doesn’t seem fair.
As it’s my right to speak and play
But life doesn’t seem fair in that way
Today I say goodbye and good day.
But all I want to say is slán Agus lá maith.
Éist le glaonna óige na hÉireann
(Hear the cries of the youth of Ireland).
Summer
In summer, my skin turns softly gold,
Warmed by the sun, gentle and bold.
Light lingers on me, bright and free,
A quiet glow that feels like me.
My Creativity
My creativity is looked down upon because it is not portrayed by a sport
they have never received a condescending smile from the other girls
or have been dismissed for a passion most have never had
someone asks what i would like to do when im older and i feel as if no one has belief in me
sport is rough and art is pure
but now I dont want to pursue it anymore
I wish I could be perceived like the others
the footballers, the basketballers, the swimmers and the hurlers.
We Feel
We feel cramps and pain of periods suffering monthly.
We feel disgusting, insecure and shitty of ourselves while we watch our skin break and figures bloat.
We fear of what boys criticise and their opinions even when we shouldn’t.
Us girls cover in makeup and lashes to cover insecurities but when we wear it we still get judged?
What do people want from us girls?,
We try so hard to please everyone and to please what they think of us,
but really how do we feel about ourselves.
We try to be these perfect girls with the perfect figure, the perfect nose, the long straight hair but really we are who we are
Nobody is or can be perfect.
That is something we can’t control.
To be Raised Differently
Blood, bones, words and shame
All hurled at me but yet Im the one to blame
Raised like a boy
Taught strength and glory
But yet Men are told to share their story
But I am forced in a corner
No tears, no emotion
For girls it should be easy to cry they say
But every tear I shed, weird looks follow
God I hope theres a better tomorrow
What More Can We Do?
We feel cramps and pain of monthly’s and suffer in pain,
We feel insecure about our skin break outs,
We feel the need to cover up our insecurities with make up but then get judged for wearing make up
We feel the need to eat less to match the perfect body,
We feel that boys and girls will always have someone to say no matter how hard you try,
What more can us girls do or change?!?!?!
Women
I am a woman.
Some woman are weak some are strong.
Some woman wonder some dont at all.
Not all woman are the same but all of them are still women.
God
God is a woman
That’s it.
A Girl
A girl in a black uniform,
Standing in the drizzle at lunchtime
Half-listening to friends while watching the clock
Feeling caught between wanting to grow up
And wanting everything to stay the same.
Strong Women
She’s the sharp wave in a calm sea
She’s a hurricane
She’s is a lighting bolt in a thunder storm
She is the thorn on the raspberry bush
She’s a rainbow after a sun shower
She is everything, she is me.
Be Who You Are Today
How do I be the girl that eveyone likes
How do I be the girl that can achieve and believe like no one before
How do I be the girl with perfect skin and no flaws in sight
How do I be the girl who is naturally perfect at anything thing they do
How do I be the girl who’s style never fails
How do I be the girl with a smile that never fades
How do I be the girl with the perfect life.
but the truth to be that girl is not to fantasise about what you want or who you are to be but to be the women you are today, tomorrow and from now on
A Place
A quiet road beneath the skies,
A steady heart, downcast eyes.
The morning bell feels far away,
Yet pulls me closer every day.
Footsteps echo, slow and shallow,
Dreams feel trapped behind each room.
Books grow heavy in my hand,
In a place I don’t quite understand.
She
She laughs with friends beneath the sun,
Yet hides some tears from everyone.
She learns to stand, to dream, to grow,
Through highs and lows life helps her know.
She faces doubts, but still stays strong,
She finds her voice and sings her song.
With every step, through joy and strife,
She blooms with grace through girls’ life.
Wake Up Get Ready
Waking up, getting ready, leaving the room..
Walking in, geeing students whispering, head down
Opening the classroom door, sitting down, teary eyes..
“No, I don’t have the work done”
“No, miss… I cant”
“Can i go to the bathroom”
Leave, cry, go back to class… fake
Walk home, Go to bed, Wake up…
When will it happen?
Why cant it happen?
How can I do it?
Wake up… get ready.
Do it all again, afraid.
Be Myself
I hate the rules I didn’t choose,
The way I’m watched for how I move.
They tell me smile, be soft, be small,
But I don’t fit inside that wall.
I’m tired of fear on quiet streets,
Of whispered doubts and judging eyes.
I want to live without these weights,
Just be myself, no compromise.