Betrayal

They trusted me,
Now they hate.

I should've done this,
But I was too late.

Now I'm crying,
With no one beside.

I deserve it,
Cause I lied.

I turned my back,
And never look behind.

Is all my fault,
That they put me aside.

Now I know I've,
have failed.

I'm the only one,
Cause the betrayal.

Skinny

When I look at myself.
I see fat pig.
I thought of not eating.
I don't care if it makes me sick.

When I become skinny.
I will fit in my jeans.
I don't care what people say.
As long as I'm lean.

I want to be beautiful.
Without all this fat.
I drink a lot of water.
So my stomach become flat.

Skinner is better.
And I'm doing it my way.
Without any food.
Food that cause me to weigh.

I Dont Know How.

I been facing life alone.
Through my parents divorce.
The bullying I had at school.

I felt like god has forsaken me.
Feeling that he doesn't care.
Feeling that his not even there.

Me Vs the World

Sometime I feel like prey.
Prey to man kind.
I don't know where run or hide anymore.
I feel hopeless

Sometimes I feel the world is out to get me.
And they wouldn't stop until I'm dead.
I know I sound Paranoid.
I know I sound crazy.

But I can't help it.
I can't help feeling this way.
Feeling hunted
Feeling like prey.

Graduation

Graduation is almost here.
You leave things once hold dear.
You will never going see some of your friends again.

You will face real life.
Sometimes you have to put up a fight.
But you can survive.

I want to tell you guys.
You need enjoy your high school life.
You can't rush into it.

I know high school can be boring.
Your so tired you end up snoring.
But you need to make it last.

This is For Germany

Ok this is for Germany whose been in my audience for a long time and I will like to do a poem in German!

                



                 Me Vs der Welt

Irgendwann habe ich das Gefühl Beute.
Prey Mann Art.
Ich weiß nicht, wo laufen oder mehr verstecken.
Ich fühle mich hoffnungslos

Manchmal fühle ich mich die Welt ist hinter mir her.
Und sie würden nicht aufhören, bis ich tot bin.
Ich weiß, ich klinge Paranoid.
Ich weiß, dass ich verrückt klingen.

Aber ich kann mir nicht helfen.
Ich kann das Gefühl nicht auf diese Weise.
Fühlen gejagt
Man fühlt sich wie Beute.

Poetry To the Core

Poetry is a gateway to the soul.
Unlocking its hidden secrets made by the author herself.
Knowing that it can either turn out bad or good.
And it can' be stop until it finish every last word.

Unlike art, it has more power over the imagination.
Painting the words on a blank canvas.
Creating masterpieces unknown to man kind.
When author is finish her mind lay to rest.