Sometimes
I just want to give up.
I just want 
To stop trying.
To break down
And sob
As my dreams
Fade away
And the voice 
In my head
That says
You are nothing
Conquers my mind.

But I try
And I try.
And I work so hard
To ignore 
You can't
To move past 
You'll never be enough
To go beyond
Give up.

I can't tell you how hard it is.
Every day is a hidden battle
All mine ...

I hate the trying.

The trying to fit into
Neat
Little boxes.

That 
One person
Can only be 
One thing.

But people aren't.

We're colorful
And amazing
And we don't fit into little boxes.

We just don't let ourselves do that.

We burst and we explode
Like fireworks.
Loud
And wonderful.
And we feel things.

We feel sadness
So we cry.

And we feel gladness
So we laugh.

We pour out ourselves
All the time
We can choose
Not to...

People assume
Everything.

That a poet
Can only write about
Stars in the sky
And rain falling down.

That you can fall asleep to our words
And their tranquil rhythm.

That we follow rules
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables.

Or we write sonnets.

Nah.
Poets change the world.
Go in guns blazing
And actually say
What the heck is wrong
With our world.

We use words
And their raw power.
We use the fact
That words are stronger
Than...

I guess I'm me.
The quiet girl
The nerd
The person who lives
Under a rock.
But what if
Society read me wrong?
What if
I am the loud girl
The one who screams
and yells?
The girl
Who listens to rock music
And loves to shoot guns?
The person
Who knows what everyone is talking about
But refuses to participate
Because she is strong enough
To know what she wants?

Society misread me,
Saw my mask.
Saw the me
Who believes
Nobody...

I found the lamp
The one
With the genie inside.
He wasn't blue,
He was...
Colorless,
But visible.

I rubbed the lamp
And he didn't pop out
Like everything says.
He kind of floated
Through the lamp
And then sat
On the air.

Anywho,
I asked about the wishes,
He said I had three,
I asked if I could hand them
One to each person
Who wasn't me.

He said,
Child,
I admire your compassion
But that's not the way...

Hey
Mr. Star.
I have a wish
Maybe two
And I hear
That you're the guy
To go to.

Mr. Star
Can you take away the hunger
In the bellies of the people
Who have nothing
To eat
Or call their own.

Mr. Star
Can you stop
The people from fighting
With guns
And words?
I know they aren't all bad.

Mr. Star
Can give you a quarter?
Why?
Because,
I need you to fly across the sky
And give it...

Cross my heart
Hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Time to do more than just
Cry cry cry.

Take the first step
Don't look down,
Or back either,
enemies of compassion and progress,
Looking for their next combatant,
In other words,
Victim.

Victim one,
Down for the count.
Victim two,
Out on the cart.
Victim three,
Me.
Victim four,
You.

We laugh
We cry
We live
We die
But now may I ask
Why?

Why do we...