Do You Know?
Do you know that feeling,
when you’re looking out your window,
with that warm cup of coffee,
watching the rain pour onto the ground?
When you look closer at a leaf,
watch its tears drip, and drip, and drip,
over and over again?
When you look up,
and all you see are dark, gloomy clouds,
hovering over you?
Then you start to think.
You start to feel.
All those trashed thoughts tumble back.
That no-reason, sad, depressing feeling creeps up on you.
And somehow,
you manage to convince yourself that there’s actually something wrong with your life.

You begin to pity yourself,
pity your life.
Asking things like,
“How did it come to be like this?”
But then way deep down,
you know there’s nothing really wrong.
When you start to analyze yourself,
as if you were some detective?
When you tell yourself you’re that one person thats
“always faking a smile but crying inside?”
When it gets to the point where you hear
that slow, depressing, acoustic MTV song in your head?
When you actually feel like you’re in some video?
Do you know?
Or is it just me?
Or is it just us, teenage girls?
I don’t know.
But,
Do you know that feeling?



A Special Tree
A
special tree.
I’ve falling in love with it.
I’ve met it at my first hike for free.
I’ve fallen in love with every single bit.
Her given name is the Wisdom Tree.
She sits alone, being brightly lit.
She soothes like a shiny sea.
So firm and fit,
she sleeps.
Won’t quit,
like a breeze.
Just to be fit,
I’ve fell in love with its leaves.
Once I reach up there, all we do is look far and sit.
There’s this beautiful Wisdom Tree, and I’ve fallen in love with it.

If Different Was So Good...
People tell us we’re free, right?
They tell us,

“Be yourself. Be different.”
They say,
“Different is good. Don’t pretend.”
And I’m here saying,
“Yea right.”
If different was so good,
why is there so much judgement?
If different was so good,
why are we so bound to follow social media?
We have this urge to fit in.
To not be that one person labeled as
“weird.”
If different was so good,
why are people starving themselves to look skinnier?
People are blind to this one fact,
that we’re slaves.
We will follow the crowd every inch it moves.
If different was so good,
why are people changing the way they talk just to sound cooler?
If different was so good,
why is that one girl that’s really into animation being left out?

Being made fun of?
We know judgement is wrong.
That’s why there’s always that one person that will say,
“Be unique,”
but will constantly be looking at a magazine to get the latest fashion trends.
If different was so good,
the word
“weird”
wouldn’t be used so often.
So, are we really free?

4 o’clock in The Morning
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning.
I’ve been staring at my bed,
and it’s been getting very boring.
I am about to drop dead
like in those movies full of gory.
My tears are about to be shed
knowing that tomorrow I’ll wake up roaring.
I’ve got this feeling in my head,
and these thoughts are now forming.

“I hate school, it’s such a dread.”
These thoughts are really harming
since your brain gets really shred.
I should really get a warning
before these thoughts begin to spread.
When I get into first period I know I’ll feel like running
far far away, back into my bed.
My blankets are so warming
as if heat begins to be beld.
Once I’m done with this, I will go to bed flooring
because right now, my head’s just hanging by a thread.
I really don’t feel like learning.
I would rather eat some bread.
But these grades that I’m earning
make school worth it instead.
I am now yawning
and my eyes are getting red.
It does not look charming
so I’m going to go lay down my head.
Goodnight.


Why Do I Do It?
Why do I do it?
Procrastinate.
Karma always comes back and hits.
But I still do my work late.
I always tell myself I won’t let myself get bit.
But I always put myself out there like a fish bait.
I know I’ll regret it,
but I guess procrastination is just one of my traits.
I’m always sitting with my book split,
but I can’t seem to just look straight.
It’s like I’d rather go sprint
than do my work in a good pace.
Why do I do it?