(trigger warning: talks about mental health and sh ideation)
Dear Society,
This is a plea
From a broken girl
In this damaged world
A girl who never had the chance
To be herself in fear of being rejected
Cast aside for not following the public norms
This is a plea
For God's sake society,
A girl's body is not a toy
A piece of material to be passed around and thrown to the ground
To be torn and beaten
Bruised black and blue- bleeding through
Her very being
A person's dreams
Are not shared to be downgraded for being
Too childish, unachievable, and unrealistic
And yet, the sky is the limit?
For God's sake society,
Suicide is not a joke
Out of the eight hundred thousand children that take their lives
Or tried and failed to succeed
How much blood covers your hands
Just cuz you 'joke around'
Saying things you don't understand
That girl fights at home
The real reason she's always alone is cuz she's scared
Scared of someone seeing her vulnerable
Since the pressure says crying is for the weak
Wearing long sleeves to hide her scarred over scars
Going through life where everything is bleak
Dear God society,
This is a plea
Since when was suffering admirable
Five foot seven a hundred and ten pounds
Curvy figure and pale skin
So perfect - society says
She's dying! But you wouldn't know
It doesn't matter, just look at her figure
Toxic build up in her body and five years old
Anorexia at ten, bulimia at fifteen
How much longer until it's finally seen
Her ribs - jutting from her sides
Held in place
sa pamamagitan ng only the pale paper mache they call her skin
For God's sake society!
Is there really a reason
For labels and names to organize people in boxes like kalye signs
Saying what goes in which direction
Piling on a thick ulap and shame and hate
Just because of the kind of person we want to be and date
Dear society,
This was a plea
Isn't it clear?
Things in this era are madami than they appear
On the surface -
We're all people here
Playing this game of what society say goes
Cookie-cutter impressions of the human race
Anything different would be a disgrace
When can we act like people and stop moving out of fear
Of things we can't control
Dear Society,
This is a plea
From a broken girl
In this damaged world
A girl who never had the chance
To be herself in fear of being rejected
Cast aside for not following the public norms
This is a plea
For God's sake society,
A girl's body is not a toy
A piece of material to be passed around and thrown to the ground
To be torn and beaten
Bruised black and blue- bleeding through
Her very being
A person's dreams
Are not shared to be downgraded for being
Too childish, unachievable, and unrealistic
And yet, the sky is the limit?
For God's sake society,
Suicide is not a joke
Out of the eight hundred thousand children that take their lives
Or tried and failed to succeed
How much blood covers your hands
Just cuz you 'joke around'
Saying things you don't understand
That girl fights at home
The real reason she's always alone is cuz she's scared
Scared of someone seeing her vulnerable
Since the pressure says crying is for the weak
Wearing long sleeves to hide her scarred over scars
Going through life where everything is bleak
Dear God society,
This is a plea
Since when was suffering admirable
Five foot seven a hundred and ten pounds
Curvy figure and pale skin
So perfect - society says
She's dying! But you wouldn't know
It doesn't matter, just look at her figure
Toxic build up in her body and five years old
Anorexia at ten, bulimia at fifteen
How much longer until it's finally seen
Her ribs - jutting from her sides
Held in place
sa pamamagitan ng only the pale paper mache they call her skin
For God's sake society!
Is there really a reason
For labels and names to organize people in boxes like kalye signs
Saying what goes in which direction
Piling on a thick ulap and shame and hate
Just because of the kind of person we want to be and date
Dear society,
This was a plea
Isn't it clear?
Things in this era are madami than they appear
On the surface -
We're all people here
Playing this game of what society say goes
Cookie-cutter impressions of the human race
Anything different would be a disgrace
When can we act like people and stop moving out of fear
Of things we can't control
1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer pagbaba I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula sa pamamagitan ng Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sa pamamagitan ng Tolken
8. I'm the king of the kastilyo sa pamamagitan ng Susan Hill
7. 1984 sa pamamagitan ng George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nunal sa pamamagitan ng Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sa pamamagitan ng Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sa pamamagitan ng charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sa pamamagitan ng William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sa pamamagitan ng Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sa pamamagitan ng Daphne du Maurier
These books are great for summer pagbaba I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula sa pamamagitan ng Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sa pamamagitan ng Tolken
8. I'm the king of the kastilyo sa pamamagitan ng Susan Hill
7. 1984 sa pamamagitan ng George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nunal sa pamamagitan ng Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sa pamamagitan ng Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sa pamamagitan ng charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sa pamamagitan ng William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sa pamamagitan ng Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sa pamamagitan ng Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sa pamamagitan ng and madami pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sa pamamagitan ng and madami pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust