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I'm running out of excuses
For my laziness.
I can't say it's because I'm uncomfortable
Because I just got a new bed.
I can't say it's because of fear
Because the night monsters stopped years ago.
So I'll just sit there while you yell at me
(I can't tell you it's because I stay up all night either
Because you won't understand that the Internet is a better home
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my moodiness.
I can't say it's because of school
Because no one tries to bully me
I can't say it's because I'm hurt
Because I stopped going outside.
I can't say it's because I'm angry
Because what is there to be angry about? We (you) are perfect.
So I'll just sit there and let you scream at me
(I can't tell you that it's because I'm always sad
Because you won't understand that I can't forget what happened
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my anti-socialness.
I can't say it's because I'm scared
Because I'm a young woman now, not a child.
I can't say it's because I'm busy
Because who wants to spend time with me?
I can't say it's because I have work to do
Because I can't be bothered with school, and I'm not talented enough for lessons.
So I'll just sit there while you sigh and scold me
(I can't tell you it's because I start panicking
Because you won't understand that I'm too insecure for insecurity
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking.)
You'll never see this
Because I'm too young to be writing like this.
You'll never see this
Because everyone else deserves more attention.
Because I'm perfect
Spotless
Unflawed
So I don't need attention.
But if you do see it
And see all the excuses I never told you
You won't do anything.
But laugh and say
That's
Just
My
Age
Talking.
Because it is.
Isn't it?
For my laziness.
I can't say it's because I'm uncomfortable
Because I just got a new bed.
I can't say it's because of fear
Because the night monsters stopped years ago.
So I'll just sit there while you yell at me
(I can't tell you it's because I stay up all night either
Because you won't understand that the Internet is a better home
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my moodiness.
I can't say it's because of school
Because no one tries to bully me
I can't say it's because I'm hurt
Because I stopped going outside.
I can't say it's because I'm angry
Because what is there to be angry about? We (you) are perfect.
So I'll just sit there and let you scream at me
(I can't tell you that it's because I'm always sad
Because you won't understand that I can't forget what happened
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my anti-socialness.
I can't say it's because I'm scared
Because I'm a young woman now, not a child.
I can't say it's because I'm busy
Because who wants to spend time with me?
I can't say it's because I have work to do
Because I can't be bothered with school, and I'm not talented enough for lessons.
So I'll just sit there while you sigh and scold me
(I can't tell you it's because I start panicking
Because you won't understand that I'm too insecure for insecurity
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking.)
You'll never see this
Because I'm too young to be writing like this.
You'll never see this
Because everyone else deserves more attention.
Because I'm perfect
Spotless
Unflawed
So I don't need attention.
But if you do see it
And see all the excuses I never told you
You won't do anything.
But laugh and say
That's
Just
My
Age
Talking.
Because it is.
Isn't it?
Literature
Tight jeans and Theatrical boys
I pull up in his dad's driveway
and the boy sitting on the stoop looks like
Saint Exupery's treasured little prince.
When he climbs inside my used Sentra,
I tell him about this quirky realization.
"You're both so cute and opinionated."
He grins and replies that it's his favorite book
to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves
convert the evening into something
brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'.
I want to kiss him violently, so we can stop this
annoying game of cat and mouse.
But instead, we discuss music
and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I could
telep
Literature
Pansexuality
"Pansexuals are bisexuals
who are just fancy snobs
in need for a 'cooler' word
to fancily name their flaws"
I've heard this said so many times
and yet believe it be untrue
it's scared people telling lies
people scared of something new
First of all I'd like to say
sexuality isn't wrong
there is no need to point it out
and call it a flaw
It's a normal part of us
how nature let's us come
there's homosexuality in all living species
and homophobia in one
Now for there difference
of pansexual and bi
Bisexuals usually have tendencies
Pans give everyone a try
We don't care
if you're from here or there
don't mind the colour of your hair
or the ki
Literature
Right Hand, Left Hand
I wish
being a lesbian were like
being left-handed.
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or doodling
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
"You're left-handed?"
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
integral,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
by being.)
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
wi
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No more monsters in the dark
But I may have a few left in my head.
But I may have a few left in my head.
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This is really amazing. I feel like this sometimes, when my parents won't listen to me because they're more concerned about themselves. It's a great poem, and you're really very talented. c: