Written in The Notes App While Listening to Sad Songs
I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world,
I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had.
I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat.
I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world,
I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had.
I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat.
we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confid
One flutist.
And empty auditorium.
A silent stage.
I can feel the silence reverberating around the space -
I can feel the lack of an orchestra at my back,
The invisible audience before me,
I'm alone here,
And I can feel it -
In the silence that fills the table
In the void of few words
Separated, closed off
Away from everyone else.
Around me,
Tables talk.
I hear Uno and chess
Comme le soleil,
Tu laisses sans pensée.
Le vent, un tempête–
à l’intérieur de ton esprit.
Amor et détester,
Look upon the king
Sitting high above
The cardboard throne painted gold
With the lies of hate
Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it
I bring my nose close to
the Lilac
as I smell it's like I'm smelling a universe of
peaceful trickling streams,
birds softly singing,
The thrum,
The pulse,
The ever-increasing
All-consuming
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Counting down
The end.
The
End.
We all know it.
To be a teen
Is to lose your sense of self
Completely.
What is right?
What is wrong?
What is cool?
Why do some feel so drawn to popularity
While others are repulsed by it?
I don’t love school.
I don’t hate it all the time
but I hate it enough to say
I don’t like it.
I like one class
and goofing off during study hall
I've been to the desert
Following something
I cannot blame
See the ghosts by the water
The horses in the rain
The man lying by the river
Hearing god call his name
Why?
Why are we scared?
Why is fear overwhelming our delicate bodies?
Why are we letting it?
Why can’t we instead of being scared
fight for others