Stress

How can I handle a world,

that can barely handle me?

How can I break through a barrier,

when I barely have strength to breath?

How can I move mountains,

when I trip on pebbles in the sand,

Pitty is much easier to come up with,

than to make an actual plan.

#19 I have to say that I am thankful for school. Sometimes I question the reason as to why humans imparticular go to school, why us? What did we do to deserve this? Knowledge can be the most powerful and most harmful tool in our entire lives and school is exactly what gives us this knowledge and teaches us how to use it. I can't imagine ever being home-schooled, no matter how "similar" people may say it is, to me, it isn't not at all. I would have never met ninety-five percent of my friends had it not been for school. But when you think about it, I would have never created ninety-five percent of my problems had it not been for school. But that is what life is about gaining knowledge today and using it for tomorrow. To my teachers, all the faculty of the school, yes even that mean janitor on the first floor, thank you, not that I think they will ever read this :P

Gathering Dust

Forgetting where I came from,

Who I am,

Pity can overtake you,

As anger sets in,

Rage, 

Upset by everything you've lost,

Unappreaciative of all that you have gained,

But in the end,

Was it really worth it?

#18 It's been a while hasn't it? I don't know what to say, but that I am thankful for this blog in particular. I've always loved poetry and that is exactly what this is, what more could I ever ask for? I can let myself lose and not have to worry about what anyone else has to say, because everyone on here is so supportive. I may not be a popular blogger, but I am popular with the people who matter, and I could never ask for anything more

Some Of The Truth

     

     In my family I am always been taught to just seek out what I am doing wrong. At a young age my mother asked who wanted to help her clean the house, being younger and always wanting to do things with your mother I volunteered. Even back then she used to yell at me and get frustrated because I wasn't doing things right, I was five.

     I've grown up in an enviroment where I'm not told, "your pretty," I'm told, "Well you would be pretty if.." Never told I'm smart, only told, "Well you should try harder" any and all accomplishments I've ever made are just another day to my family. I guess I have never been enough. Everyday my mother comes home she already sees something in me that she has to fix, for once I want to be good enough.

     But does it really matter to me? No its sad, knowning that when I leave this home I am probably never going to come back, not even because I don't want to but I can't, I can't help but just feel horrible every single minute that I am in this place. I used to cry in private, but now I don't even care, I'll cry openly in front of my family, not that they care, they just call me dramatic, they sigh and say, "Here she goes again. . ."

      But you know what is the worst thing about all of this? The fact that there are families far worse beyond mine, yet I have the nerve to pity myself, which just makes me feel worse about everything that I am doing, trying to balance it all out is the worse possible solution, so I guess I will have to drown in my own thoughts until someone, anyone, drags me out to shore, probably just to leave me there, because they don't care either.

#17 I am thankful for age, even though as I get older I will probably regret saying this, imagine if everyone just stayed the same age forever? Imagine being fifteen forever? Needless to say that the government is run, by a bunch of idiots now, but what if they were all just fifteen, too young for those kinds of responsibility, there would be no birthdays, and no legal age to drink. Age is what life's way of telling you to move on from one phase to another. I don't think that I would be able to without someone there pushing me, showing me the way, although age is mostly physical and "but a number" I feel like it helps people reminisce of a life before, how could we have memories if they were all at the same time so to say, how would I move out if I stayed fifteen forever?