It’s hard to see the world behind bars.
Locked in a cage I was born in
The sea-foam of the world skips my face
The bars hold me back.
They expect a bigger man
why can’t they see that I am a child imprisoned?
I’m on an in-between level
I’m afraid I’ve lost my mind.
Sanity slips through my fingers,
I cannot grasp it.
The bars hold me back.
Definitely a human being
but they refuse to see my values!
What kind of a person I want to be.
A mere twitchy-glitch in my speech
and the world sets me aside?!
People can be so cruel,
and it’s their unfortunate rules we must abide.
I try to speak out
I try to reach out
but the bars hold me back.
I thought I was all alone
alas there are others behind bars too
Tons of people just like me
who know what I’m going through.
I am a human- being,
I don’t care if they can’t see;
I can still make our world a better place,
and that I’m okay with being me.
with broken wings
she struggles to fly
time heals all in the end
she will learn or she will die
– Autumn Crossen
The fire is burning bright
It is our only light
The ghost of a boy left forgotten
Dances across the screen
Water flowing over our gentle souls
Carrying away all the pain
Over and over and over again
Voices echo through my mind
If nature is so beautiful
Why do you tear me down
I am a part of nature
Significant as the leaves
I am the only one
who is true to myself
So why is my worth
not as valuable as yours?
– Alanna Quintero
I’ve Been Bullied
I’ve been bullied for as long as I can remember, mostly name-calling. Lately, I’ve started this thing with myself, where very week, or every month, I write the names I’ve been called on a piece of paper.
And more that aren’t very appropriate. I then look down at all the names, reading them once more, before ripping it up. This symbolizes that they are gone now, they’re in my past. I take out another piece of paper, and write the opposite of these words.
Average/Chubby (in an adorable way)
And hang it up somewhere I will see it every day, and remind myself that’s who I am.
Those words define me, not the others that are ripped up in my trashcan. Remember, there are always people who will love you.
– Cassi Budd
To smile on my own, that be great
To be accepted, that be great
To see beautiful and worth it, that be great
Being able to forget it, that be great
Name calling and being bullied,
To be accepted, that be great.
For it to end, that be great.
The Space Between You and Me
There is a space between you and me
We are different from our hands to our feet
From my clothes to your nose
I will not judge in the hopes that neither do you
For in our own ways we are both beautiful
If everyone could see this, the world would be more equal
Fly With Eagles
I want to fly with the eagles.
I hate being on the ground with turkeys.
I’m controlling my life the way I WANT to.
I’m not a victim of my life, I’m a victor.