The Wonderful World of Teen Angst
PerkNutZ
How do you define the PerkNutZ, you ask?
Well, it's that dude that'll kick a fool's ass.
You ask again how to define the PerkNutZ,
Didn't I just tell you that I kick fools' butts?
Ode to a Fly
Despised creature, above all the rest
Hunted, and stalked with malicious zest.
Not your choosing, your destiny lie,
You have my pitty, poor little fly.
My Music
If you could only understand
this comsic adrenaline
when the treble's up high but the
bass still pumps through me
(like you wish you could).
ignore that country junk you usually play,
and feel the rush
from my music.
drawing on a cigarette,
the headphones plugged in at 5:32 am.
not so the folks won't wake,
but so i can swallow all of MY MUSIC.
if only you could feel the words,
bursting through my veins,
you just listen to your rap crap
and the lyrics
go right past me.
you just don't understand.
it's not about being yourself,
or wearing flannels, Docs and eyeliner.
it's about laying back,
and opeing up
and listeing to
my music.
She sings to the world not caring who listens
she sings to the world just to be happy.
to try and feel great in such a big world.
If no one listens she feels no resentment
she sings for herself not for the world.
But when an evil word creeps in
from some uncaring person
who cuts her down with slander
not caring for her thoughts and feelings
she cries inside where no one can see
the evil words hurt worse than knives
but the person who sends them
just laughs feeling victory
they do not care of the hopes and dreams
the wishes and the prayer, and song
beautiful individual song, a spirit, a soul
that they have just tread upon.
As she stops singing
her heart crushed.
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The hate grows darker
like a tangible thing
a choking air
a dagger thrusting into my heart
Deeper still into my soul
It rends apart what Trust creates
Her fairy bridges held together with bonds of loyalty
dissipate as storm clouds gather
and the rain of tears begins
yet the clouds do not lessen
but grow stronger with every pain collected
every twist of the dagger
every sharp twisted word
Confusion
Pain
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Part of me wants to run screaming from the world
and the other side wants to laugh
torn apart at the seams.
Does everyone feel this way?
Each year brings another surprise that leaves
me feeling I don’t want to grow up and into independence
and yet I yearn for freedom
Conflicting thoughts of what lies before me
are misunderstood by others as being incompent
and stupid
An idiot
a painful blunder
an inconvenience