They Always...

First attempt at actually writing poetry
i can't believe i've never done this in school before
this is gonna be so bad it belongs to User:Mango the rainwing
it's not inspired by anything in particular, i just decided to write angry poetry. This has nothing to do with my life, in case you're wondering. NEW GOAL: ONE POEM PER DAY!
Also, slightly mature content dealing with mature stuff (PG-13).
The first poem is related to bullying, the second with fear, the third with LGBTQ rights, the fourth with loneliness, the fifth with depression slowly spiraling into insanity.
== Part One ==
Dealing with bad things
== They Always Go In For The Kill ==
It's like they can see your holes
Your cracks, the earthquakes racking your soul
And they know it
They take advantage of it
When you're weak
When marks scar your body,
When blood pools on the floor
They always go in for the kill
No matter how you try to hide the wounds
They always go in for the kill
No matter how slightly broken you are
And then they break you more
Until your head splits apart
Your mind unravels
And they rejoice
For they ostracize eccentrics
Like us
== They Always Hide In The Dark ==
Shadows in the corner, spinning a thread
Nightmares in dreams, stacking up
It never stops
Why even try?
They'll get you always
No matter how many layers you wear
They always hide in the dark
Waiting for the right time to pounce
Like ghosts, misty specters
They always hide in the dark
And they lash out with claws
That cut deep into your soul
They smell the taste of it
Your burning fear
And they feast on it
== They Always Twist The Strings ==
Alone
Glimmering in the dark
Watching, waiting
Invisible eyes all over
Whispers of wind
Shadows darting away when you turn to look
Or was it just a mousy tail?
This old house
Creaky, abandoned, haunted
Is full of puppets
Hanging everywhere
Half-torn, seams apart
Slowly driving me crazy
It's not my fault that
They always twist the strings
Bruising everything
Destroying my life
It's not my fault that
Others look down on me
Just because they twisted the strings
Puppeteers of the stage
Choosing at random
Willingly subjecting us to
A lifetime of ridicule
== They Always Slam The Door ==
A roomful of people
You edge towards the door
Nobody here you recognize
Why're you here again?
Can't even remember, nothing in my brain
Lights swirl around as a headache begins
The people head towards the door
You'll be all alone
Bare room, white walls
Taking your only chances at happiness with them
Get up, get up
Run towards them
They look back and
They smirk
Then grasp the handle
Stretch your hand out last chance
But they always slam the door
Leave you behind
The black swan, outcast
They always slam the door
On the broken one
== They Always Stab Your Dreams ==
When you think it's a masterpiece
Critics jeer, laugh, destroy your dreams
Why? you ask, they
Don't answer but you don't expect them to,
Why would they? It's unimportant, horrible
A mess
And now you are too
It's supposed to be "constructive criticism"
But it hurts so much
The world blurs and
They become bullies, monsters
Cruelly ruining child dreams
That support your pride
Shatter, shatter, mirror of your heart
Smash a bat against the reflections
And they always stab your dreams
It's not intentional, you know that
Human pride, messed-up minds
Swirl in the dark pit
Grab the comments, shadow them
Feeding your darkening pride
Broken into a thousand pieces
They always stab your dreams
Scream out loud since
You're ruined anyways
Nobody will do anything to help you
They don't understand, you think
And you know you're broken
But you're just too cynical to care
Kill now, child dear
Kill the ones who squashed your dreams
They'll pay for what they said
Splish, splash, wash it off
Finally cleanse yourself
Emerge shining white
Or so you think
== They Always Plant The Seed ==
It's funny how all of a sudden
Things can fall apart
And the world shuts off the lights
Leaving you in the dark
It's funny how they have
Circles of light
I mean, you have your own
But you just don't know
Should you stay, should you leave?
Are they really your friends?
Do they like you, do they hate you?
It's all become a sea of doubt
They always plant the seed of it
Inside your mind
Keeping secrets, inside jokes
You don't get it, what are you?
An outsider, observer, even though
You've been there since the very start
They always plant the seed of it
Among such trivial matters
A big deal, so it seems
Watch and learn, you will see
== Part Two ==
The good things in life
== They Always Smile Up ==
Bad things happen in life
Equal to the good things
The perfect things are rare
But people do them
A smile, a gesture
A kind action, a small heartfelt gift
They always smile up
Whether rain or sun
They always smile up
Towards you, smile or snarl
Sheesh, you say, why so caring?
After all, you've given up on this world a long time ago
Ha, they respond, like we'd leave you alone.Category:Genre (Poetry)
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