Let me be Blunt

We lie to each other so much that in nothing we trust

The worst is that we even lie to ourselves

I promise you that I say all of this in honesty

We, my friend, are all judgmental

Some people keep an open mind about each others lives and hardships

But there are the people who sit there in scorn, unable to relate

Even the people who are open minded will sit there and judge

Thinking how they would take the path differently

I’m speaking the truth when I say that we are all hypocrites

We can all lie and say we don’t judge

But somehow the snide criticism pop up in our heads

It takes a true person to come out and say it

This shows that even if it is blunt, there is always a helping hand

But if we are all hypocrites when it comes to judgment

Who is to say that we are not honest?

And if we are not honest then whom can we trust?

Drop out kid

I can't take anything anymore. I'm tired of making people happy. I just wish everything could stop. I'm sick of all the judgmental faces and the paranoia. It should have ended when i was supposed to.

wallflower

My insecurities will get the best of me and i seem to be always over my head. Don't you think it's funny how you'd think after a life changing opportunity like mine I'd be able to change? Be more outgoing. Be more friendly. Be more out spoken. Then i take one look at all the faces in front of me and i know, they are all silently judging me. Whether it be bad or good, i wish that all people were accepting like i was, to be honest and open minded about people's life styles and ethnicity. Is it weird for me to feel left out? or that i just don't know how to connect to anyone anymore? i feel like that i really try but i can't find the words to find some common ground. Perhaps I've made myself more into a wallflower.
Not only that, I'm really stressed out. i forgot the hustle and bustle of being in high school. I forgot all the drama. I've seen more insensitivity in the past two weeks than I've seen in my whole high school career. Perhaps i was just blind.

The Silence

The Bones creak like bamboo in the wind

Age is what became of this man

He’s standing outside in the harsh winter of December,

His joints are ruined with arthritis and his feet ache with gout

And even at old age he takes in what life has to offer

Because he knows when it’s his time, he has no choice but to go

He enjoys the melancholy of his life

It reminds him that even in happiness there is pain

He stands in front of the grave with roses in hand and says

“It’s been two years since you’ve passed.”

Although she can’t hear him, the silence is some what comforting

He tries to find words to say

Words are skinned and numbed by too many bricks

He doesn’t mind the loneliness because he knows his heart was only for her

When he mumbles under the wind those three words;

He knows the intensity of what they mean,

Even if it falls short of what he really wants to say

He doesn’t think his love for his wife will ever measure up to the years they spent

Because he believes the priest was wrong and death doesn’t part them,

And life is only temporary

And when he places the rose on the base of the grave

He knows its time to go home,

And return to the same house where they both once lived;

To lie in bed on the right side because she always took the left,

And sleep with comfort that she was there once