Something Missing
I feel entirely lost.
I have friends aplenty, but I still feel alone.
I have talents and ambitions that I never hone.
I can be so much more yet I don’t try to be.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I feel there’s something missing.
A foundation solid yet shaky in the wind.
An umbrella sturdy yet the weather’s always pissing.
Has the weather passed or is it simply tinned?
That did not rhyme right, this fancy language ain’t built for me.
Maybe I should stop trying to fit into what’s expected of me.
Come on, that one was good, surely right.
Nah nah it was bad.
I feel inferior to those around me, to put it blunt.
Too aware of what’s wrong with me yet not aware enough to control it.
I know I’m different, that I will never be right.
So should I just fit in or stop trying to fight it?
I know one thing though… I freakin love sonic.exe.
Extraordinaire
A desire so staunch, no one can manipulate.
A secret I’ll never be able to eliminate.
Yet I couldnt stand the person inside me.
Wanting to forget, this brain washing memory.
It eats me inside out, when remembered, all I could do is pout.
I realised that a ship could never love and anchor.
My heart hidden deep down, like a forgotten bunker.
Yet I can’t keep shut, as I don’t want to stay as an unsung melody.
So I yell and shout, my voice used as a high-octane remedy
I expose my desires, not wanting to stay composed as an obliterated affair.
Now known as fighters, will never be broken, but all Extraordinaire.
I Know
I know I’m not the strongest
I know I’m not the best
I know that I can be better
But no better than the rest
I believe that I am average
But that’s just who I am
I’m not afraid to be myself
Although it can be hard sometimes
I’m no better than the rest of them
I know that without doubt.
Get Me Out
Men tell us to get up when we’re hit,
But that doesn’t sound right, should it?
If that’s what it means to be a man,
Then get me out of this horrific plan.
It’s like I’m stuck on the top floor of a building with no safe way down
Like an outward danger when I go into any town.
Getting called a fag or gay
Who truly cares about my identity that much anyway
I get so tired of this mess
Like no one should give a fuck if I end up in a dress.
My Feeling Wall
“Fat” “Fatty” I’ve heard them all,
All these names on my feeling wall
What is it exactly, I don’t really know,
But none of these things are things I want shown,
Rejection, Heartbreak, all of that,
Seeing dead animals, even dead rats,
Pull at my heartstrings, big or small,
Put to rest on my feeling wall,
The Bright Blue Days, Dark Dark Nights,
All of the scares and all of the frights,
Wishing when I can kick back from it all,
Left contemplating with my feeling wall,
“Nerd” “Gobsh*te” “Eejit” “Bro”,
Many echo from one voice, Mine? Don’t think so…
Why these things are proudly put to show?
Just one thing we’ll never know,
But of all these things I can recall,
I’m left here, sitting on my feeling wall.
Mild Annoyances
I don’t like the white walls
they kind of burn my eyes.
I don’t like that my package
is not delivered yet.
It’s been in customs for a week!!
I don’t like the black socks
I have to wear to school.
I don’t like how long it takes me
to learn new things.
I don’t like that I’ve ran out of things to write.
Getting On With It
I come from a good background
with supportive family and friends,
and I am truly grateful
for the opportunities provided for me.
I love sport
and without being full of myself
I am good at the sports I play.
I don’t like school,
but I get on with it
as I have to.
Girls
Girls oh girls
insecure little girls
Always comparing
never preparing
Even on the brightest day
the smile can fade,
baking the face full of makeup
Trying to make myself wake up.