You cruel, yellow eyed piece of shit

With all that I am, I hate you

You’re the one digging the pit

If only everyone knew

Your thorns are being glorified

And it’s too much for me to take

They’re painting you with glitter

You poisonous, vicious snake

What could we, that knows, do

to get the world to understand

That you, evil, sickening monster

are getting out of hand

They are all putting ornaments

on the horns that’s on your head

They have all been in so much pain

but they don’t know that it’s you they fled

The empire you have built will fall

Your time will come to an end

And the ones who didn’t know it all

will be aware of your great pretend

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– Lena

What I am writing?

I don’t even know

It just flows from within

from my highest high and lowest low

The poems and songs

they can even surprise me

I don’t always know about the feelings

until the words are there to see

That, my friend, is why

I have my notebook so very dear

It somehow helps me realise

and hunt down every fear

–

– Lena

Yes I cry at night for what you would call no reason

Life is just really hard, even though it shouldn’t be

I am better now, yes this is a better season

But things just aren’t good cause I’m still me

I am thankful for the improvements

And I feel bad for feeling pain

I should be dancing with happy movements

But I’m not strong enough to be singing in the rain

I promise I will try, yes I am already better

at looking for the things that come from light

I will look at memories, read every letter,

try to convince myself my future is bright

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– Lena