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Three Letters.
Crowded room, filled with terror.
Panic stricken people, glued to the spot,
By one sole person in the middle of the room.
The can see what he's holding, they can see what he's got.
He's not pointing it at them,
Nor thrusting it into their faces.
Yet when they are not stuck in a room with him
They walk away a few paces.
He just stands and stares at the people around him.
Sees the fear in their eyes, they are so frightened.
And as he moves towards them,
Sees all their muscles tighten.
Not threatening them with it.
But it's there.
Not hurting them with it.
But it's there.
It's all they can see.
It's all their minds can focus on.
Can't see the man,
Just his 'weapon'.
So, this crowded room that's filled with terror,
With the panic stricken people that are glued to the spot
By the man in the middle
Because they can see what he's got,
Is a room filled with prejudice,
And a room filled with superficial hate.
Because the thing that this man is holding
Is killing HIM at a steady rate.
Three letters used as a label.
Three letters that have killed many.
Three letters that keep so many so alone.
Three letters- H.I.V.
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A Life Discoloured.
How far will I be frayed,
Before I finally snap?
How many times will I be beaten,
Before it's the final slap?
There's only so much I can take,
I think I've taken it.
So I'll do what I can to keep me calm,
I'll take another hit.
Will you come with me
Next time I take a journey.
I might get lonely
So I need you with me.
I'm nearly broken
My limbs crumbled at the base.
How will I go on
With my black and blue face.
Keep me safe upon this ledge of life
'Cause I'm afraid I'm falling down.
Keep my head above the water
'Cause I'm afraid I'm gonna drown.
Don't need the fresh air in my lungs.
Don't need a life of unpolluted air.
Just need a life where I can have my pinkish skin.
And I know if you tried you could take me there.
Stained purple scar tissue,
It's branded all over me.
I walked too long,
So now I have this busted knee.
The scars are discoloured and
They're covering my brain.
So as we speak my friend
I'm going insane!
Don't need to be left alone,
Won't make an once of difference.
I'm drowning in my own sorrows,
And choking on my incoherence.
Nobody hears me,
There's just one or two around.
They're too few and far between,
And reluctant to be found.
I'm nearly broken,
My limbs crumbled at the base.
How will I go on
With my black and blue face?
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Read.(Between The Lines.)
I'm still racking my brain,
(Over what to do.)
I can't help how I feel.
(How I feel about you.)
I know you'e not my type,
(You're not one of us anyway.)
But I'm besotted by you,
(Or so I tried to say.)
I can be there by your side,
(But I'll feel so far away)
Because I can't touch you.
(Not in this life anyway.)
When I talk to you,
(Please read between the lines.)
There might be something there.
(Can't you hear my cries.)
Should I wait till next time?
(When I am born again.)
Or should I dive straight in?
(Cuzz maybe I can't wait till then.)
We'll Do It Together.
The try so hard
To get in the way,
Of us being ourselves,
And having our own say.
At the moment it's working,
Not as much as they think,
But never the less,
Pushing us to te brink.
It may be working now,
But we will pull through.
Us two, together,
Me and you.
We'll walkdown this corridor,
Getting battered and bruised.
Knocked around and feeling used.
But we'll reach the end,
And be able to show,
The haters and doubters
How far we can go.
Come with me babe,
Down this narrow road.
Then we'll reach the end,
But carry on our code.
Carry on our love,
And sharing our grievances.
Being together,
With our mental tendencies.
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I Know Me.
Our lives,
One long
Under rated
Depressing song.
An angry morbid poem,
It will seem to be.
Maybe I dont know them.
But I know I know me.
Soft,
Unkowing blows,
All mount up
To a broken nose.
All this build up,
To a fatal ending.
A warning of what's to come,
And the danger pending.
Break my back,
Stop me walking.
But there's power in the voice,
And you'll never stop me talking.
Keep me locked away,
But my mind keeps ticking,
Then you'll let me out,
And then I'll start kicking.
I will get a chance,
To vent the anger of the youth.
Because ow it's up to us.
No longer down to you.
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Just An Average Teenager...Honest!
People look me
Up and down.
Dissaprove,
And often frown.
Do I look bothered?
Because if I do,
I'm giving off the wrong vibes.
I don't care about you.
You people,
You think you know us.
You couldn't be more wrong.
Take another look.
Can't you see the scars
Upon wrist?
I'm just an average teenager...
Honest.
When we talk between ourselves,
It's just us comforting each other,
And you try to ruin that!
Why the hell do you bother?
We're helping each other.
And if this isn't right,
Please tell me what is.
Show me the light.
(That's called sarcasm)
Leave us alone.
If this is not healthy,
Send me to a home.
If this is normal,
I don't want to be
Your image of 'right'
I want to be me.
We care for each other,
And show it aswell.
If this is a sin,
Let me rot in hell.
You people,
You think you know us.
You couldn't be more wrong,
Take another look.
Can't you see the scars
Upon my wrists?
I'm just an average teenager...
Honest.
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