Please don't hurt me anymore

A day taking degenerative disease

Unlucky state only meant to displease

A forced upon environment not meant for children

Unwanted hate and cruelty is going to kill them

The outcast yes the unlucky few 

You saw them get hurt and didn't care yes they knew

Say one thing to your face next day it's a lie

I'll give you some truth you make them want to die

It's a crime you commit everyday

You tear the down with those wicked words you say

It's socially acceptable to commit genocide

That's all this is it's the facts you can't hide

Separated, segregated, bullied, and teased 

The horrible way you treat people must make you quite pleased

Sleeping soundly with no nightmares around

Stimuli are to real saviors that are no where to be found

You wake up and smile occasionally sigh 

I fall asleep drowning as I cry

Untitled

Misplaced 

Mistaken

Misunderstood...

A girl not titled by little or large

Untraced 

Untouchable

Unheard...

Unchallenged this girl will never take charge

A second

A step 

A stride...

Going to the ends of the earth to find it

Lost 

Lonely

Loose...

Her heart a lonely and bottomless pit

Loved 

Inafraid 

Alive...

A breath of fresh air from a dusty sleep

A quest of faith close to a jump not quite a leap.

Goodbye

Fresh cut grass and a wave of heat

Steps walk past me to go find a seat

A stabbing in my chest

Salt floods my mouth

Tightly pulled fingers 

And air tries to get out

Glancing at death 

Letting weakness consume me

I only realized when she was gone

What I wanted to be

A builder of history

A teller of time

A giver of kindness

A guide from crime

Soft hands rest on my shoulder

A weight on my chest heavy like a boulder

Faces smeared from rain

Weak hugs due to shame 

I love you and miss you so much 

I wanted to let you know it's my heart that you touched

Dedicated to: Martha p. Slatts (gran-gran)

No one

As they dance upon my spine 

I'm coming to an end

They will never truly see

What it means to be me

I'm sorry it's all I know how to say

I'm always wrong and always in the way

I don't try very hard trouble tends to find me

I wish what people saw wasn't just skin deep

In the wild a rose is strong and bright

They are prized by size for they're such a beautiful sight

I don't want boys eyes 

I know I'm no real prize

It's not much I have to give you

No pretty face will kiss you

I'll try I promise I will

A heart this empty looking for anyone to fill

I'm broken and the original wasn't much better 

I've got a habit of bringing bad wether

As they dance upon my spine I smile

With no more reasons I find these moments my friend 

The floors not so bad to me 

I know in the end that's were I'm meant to be.

Teachers

I don't know if you've ever had this problem ,but if you do I feel your pain. I personally am a special kind of student I need a teacher that is as passionate about what they are teaching as I should be about learning it. If your a teacher it's your job to challenge yong minds and if you have the audacity to teach high schoolers an have no patience for absences or even like what your teaching then just STOP!!! Do us all a favor and find something else to do with your life because your causing untold strife for me and my grades. If your not happy about your subject than why should I be happy about it?

Inhuman

I shouldn't keep trying because I will just drag worthy people down with me.

Signed with a JW

I'm sorry I'm not good enough

I try I promise I do 

When life gives me lemons 

I try to make lemonade

To be this marvelous is very hard

It's a gift cherish it 

Live everyday to its fullest knowing you have this gift