Taking My Time on My Painful Ride

They say the eye reveal a person's emotion...

That's why I wear the sunglasses, so they don't know what I truly feel.

Even when I'm not wearing them, I'm wearing them.

Not the ones that protect you from UV rays,

But the ones that protect me from sympathy.

I don't know why, but hearing "I'm sorry" hurts worse than a blistered hand.

xXx

I scream, you scream, we all scream, because we're all stressed out
Beyond our doubts

Et Tu, Brute?

When I go through trials, sometimes I'm not strong enough
But don't misinterpret, this poems not about getting up
It's about getting knocked down, and finally, knocked out
But sometimes you've got to dig deeper to know what it's about
I'm hurting, the pressure and the stress is killing me
I'm always on watch, because death is befriending, see?
"No pain, no gain" is all that I hear
But just promise me when I talk you won't hide your ear
I need you to listen to my dieing soul
CPR can't save me, so hurt takes its toll
Have you ever felt like you can't breathe?
Like every breath is just another tease?
It stabs me from all four of directions
It's starting to feel like I've lost my friends, my connections...

Et tu, Brute?

Guys, I'm Stressed Øut

When I say "Stressed Øut"

You probably think you know what I'm talking about

Realistically you don't have clue

All that you know is what happens with you

Every does say, "Wake up, you need to make money"

But this quote that I use isn't meant to be funny

I feel pressured into getting this job

I promise to you that I'm not being a snob

I'm not being ungrateful for what I've got

I'm simply just saying, this isn't my spot

I'm so Stressed øut to the point of exhaustion

For the past few day all I've done was fought and

I don't want to hear that I'll get through this

If I heard it once more I might come across rudeish

As if I had something painful

Something shameful

But what I promise to you, is that if I get done

All that I've done will have still come to none.

I'm finished with is frankly, I feel quite defeated

I don't need a friend, I need it relieved of.

Poem by Me About Insecurity

Common sense, if you know what I mean.

 It's like trying to put a fire out with gasoline . 

Life is crazy, it's not what it seems. People strive to be who they're not supposed to be.

As you sit here and listen to my undeniable truth,

I'll share the real problem of the current youth.

Insecurity is one of our problems today,

But if you analyze the answer it won't take a day

Not an hour, a half, or even a minute,

Just three simple words,

And then you're all finished

It's not of the world or even of science,

But know that "God loves you"

Comes out of silence.

A thought, clear your head, and start your new life

A new sense of purpose, then push toward the prize.