Everyone is so busy Adults work 9 to 5 to 6, to 7 Sometimes even to 11 just so they don't have to come home and deal with their problems.
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick4 years ago in Poets
I am a sweet poison, filling your head with whispered promises of tomorrow, a drug that will lift you up when you are tumbling deep into the darkness of socially-induced comas.
It's cold outside Let me wrap you up and keep you warm. I offer safety in a world full of instability. I stay the same I offer unchanging support
At some point we are all invited to the masquerade ball We put on our intricate masks and prepare to have a good time Let's forget who we are and play pretend for a while!
My sun's light is fading I see the little beads of liquid reaching up from her skin My sun was dying she was a smothered glow alone in a corner
I get all A's so I'm supposed to go to the best college to be a lawyer or a doctor I'm quiet and I do my work so I'm supposed to be a saint who's never faced temptation and mistakes
Love, infatuation, attraction White knuckles grip on so hard, so desperately begging them not to leave "Love me, save me,
There's a red crayon in her hand and she's coloring Each new line is a way for her to let go The crayon is her portal to a world where she's in control
Equality. One of man's greatest desires. A woman preaching for the right to vote. A black man pleading for colored revolution.
You're a teacher You don't need to degrade me in front of my peers to make yourself superior I'm sorry but my respect for you is fading
I've heard too many people wish away their emotions As if they were the cause of all their problems. I've seen too many people wanting the torturous numbness I know too well.
I am not beautiful I am not good enough We've all thought that at some point. I remember enough self-hate to make the devil blush
