The struggle that is shown in every action,
every motion,
every expression.

People choose to not see the pain,
to refrain,
to abstain.

They do not care how one feels inside
Just put on a good show then run and hide.

Why do we feel like we cannot be ourselves?
trapped inside,
hands being tied.

Bottling up emotions of suffering.
of grief,
of disbelief.

We must be honest with each other
If we ever expect to be there for one another.

But try as we might we might we still cannot glow.
push down regret,
tell ones to not fret.

Stop this cycle of self-disdain,
Open yourself up to love again.

Trust that they are there for you,
Through the hurt, they still love you.

Let them in to your heart and you will see,
The undying love of friends and family.

All this emotion. All this fear.

It is trapped inside me. No one can hear.

Did you know that I am strong? But also weak.

I need someone with me. To hear me speak.

Lifeless suffering. Darkness inside.

I have the light. Within me it hides.

Why can’t you listen? Why won’t you see.

That you, my friend, mean everything to me.

I don’t know if you don’t care, or just don’t show it.

But all of this guessing, is making me a poet.

I have no idea, I worry for nothing.

Maybe you, indeed, see me as something.

You know the worst part is, that I am actually afraid.

To show you the real me, instead of the one I have made.

No matter how much I try, life moves on.

With or without you, I will be gone.

Everything in this world, everything below.
Is there anything beyond? Is there anything more?
Around in a circle we go filling up time.
Running faster and faster until we feel sore.

Why is life so difficult to accept in this matter?
Almost like life’s a t-shirt that has been tattered.

It’s like we have just been splashed like paint on a canvas,
Or like trying to find one clean sock among a humongous mess.

A new story behind every page turn in a book.
A new life with every glance and look.

An unpredictable mesh of everything,
Life is like darkness, not what it seems.

Everything in this world, everything below.
Is there anything beyond? Is there anything more?
I do not know about much in my time,
But what I do know is that life’s not a bore.

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Now life can be difficult, this is true.
But remember, the most important thing, is you.

Never let someone tell you what’s right,
Choose your own path, choose to take flight.

I’m scared to say what I truly think, that someone would disagree.
Pushing through the crowd, I’m alone, a somber cloud.
I feel unnoticed or invisible, scared to be reliable.
People say I am too bossy, perhaps this is true.
My life is thrown in turmoils, along with everyone else’s.
Life is a mess and a struggle, never know how to find your way.
Fight! Stand! Never forget what you believe in.
In the end, they do not matter. You are the one who’s achieving.
Never know what challenges you face, always look up and see the race.
Cross the start and run as hard as you can, you will finish in the end.
I cannot show my true self it seems, never knew how to be a part of a team.
But no matter what is in my way, I can overcome it any day.
Friends and family helped me see, that without them, I am not me.
Be yourself no matter what happens, for you are the only you there is.