Stop writing
Stop talking
Stop thinking is all I hear.
Why must you control me?
So what if I reference to sadness too often?
Must you take away my soul?
There are no limitations to my freedom.
Maybe there isn’t light when I open the door,
But must you stare at me through goggled eyes?
Of course, I forgot, you have no mind.
If one of us should stop, take a look in the mirror.
Your mind is narrowed to the core with false belief.
Teacher tells us to shush, but I keep talking.
Why should I shut my mouth.
I am independent, I am strong.
You look at me with awe.
You whisper accusations about me to friends all around.
Emo, stalker, weirdo.
I look around in REALITY and see these things.
Break free. Break free! BREAK FREE ALREADY!
Open your eyes! Remove the goggles that cloud your vision, the goggles that direct your senses toward trust and joy.
There is more than your pride. More than your surreal safety.
Be awakened before you are gone for good, before you will not even listen.
Are you there? Are you listening? Or am I too late?
I absolutely LOVE this poem, and it was very impressive how you read it at the poetry workshop today! I like how you talk about the ignorant accusations that circulate: “emo, stalker, wierdo” and how people are so fixated with pinning these labels on (you) when you can see these things in reality but it really isn’t funny at all. And i also enjoy the recurring reference to the goggles that cloud people’s vision, it’s very effective. great ending as well
thanks. I just want to state that I embelished on some comments people have said about my writing. That’s primarily where my inspiration originated from. My regards thoguh for how i read it in class. Sorry, but I was kind of nervous. ya, thanks again, I was trying to extract the fact that many people joke about some serious topics. They think that every kid that dresses in blakc is emo, and that every kid that’s smarter, or has a peculiar taste in books or music is just weird. Anyway, thanks for the comments, and I plan on combining it with a few of my other poems for the A.H. presentation. Can’t wait, and keep posting everyone.