"typical teenage angst" poetry

[scarred_lexie]

1. Cuts

The blade is no stranger
It constantly calls my name
Cuts spell out my anguish
It knows of my guilt and pain

I’m trapped within myself
My hand grasps onto the wall
I see her there, coming closer
Coming in from the hall

She laughs at my struggles
My failure, she finds amusing
She has the power, now
My death is hers for the choosing

The crisp, cold steel
Forms a red line of hatred
Giving into my weakness again
Exhausted, falling into her arms

She’s out of control
My own mind has crushed me
Someone look over here
Open your eyes and see

2. Coming Out

I’m behind a closed door,
Missing experiences I could’ve had.
I can’t stay secret forever,
Lying to you will just make me mad.

The hateful ones don’t make it easy,
Their bigotry fills me with dread.
I don’t want to go to school.
I’d much rather be dead.

I feel guilty and ashamed,
Why can’t I be like you?
I must realize the facts.
I know what is true.

To be a person with no tolerance,
Is a choice I hope you won’t make.
Stand up for your beliefs.
It’s a worthy chance to take.

I love differently, yes.
But, love is something I can’t refuse.
The world thinks I’m crazy,
But I’m not crazier than those who accuse.

We’re different, I know.
Don’t attack my sexuality,
We’re both loving people.
So wake up and see reality.

3. Monster

It’s taking over me,
This thing buried inside.
I can’t control anything.
It’s eating me alive.

Worst fears chill my spine,
When I’m all alone at night.
I never find the comfort,
That warms me up just right.

Depression is a terrible thing.
Yes, we all know it’s true.
It’s so much more than a bit of sadness,
It’s so much more than feeling blue.

It’s a scary thing, this monster,
This monster in your head.
Without some help from someone else,
You might just wind up dead.

And if you live without help,
Others may think you’re crazy.
You’ll turn to all the f*cked up shit.
Be on drugs or have a baby.

So if you’re suffering like I am,
Tell someone and don’t be shy.
Because the decisions that you make today,
Choose whether you live or die.

4. Untitled

years of intolerable
unusual punishment
my crime is still unknown
to me

my rock has crumbled to sand
the one leg to stand on is broken
how many euphemisms must I use to say
my world is falling apart?

I thought they’d be okay
But I came and they grew apart
Was I the wedge between them?
I always f*ck up somehow

First I wish Claudia away
A regret engraved in my memory
Now all I do is live
And my presence drives them away

What a horrible thing did I do to deserve
Such a disastrous life?
Please give me a break
That actually holds true

I want to die
If uncertainty and failure
Is all that lies ahead
What is the point of living?

I have the right to pursue happiness
So give me peace
Or let me
die

Yeah I wrote those not too long ago, typical teenage angst I'm sure, but I figured I'd post them anyway. Feedback is welcome.

-Lexie

[Wolf Heart]

I rather liked the first one.
What I'm wondering is, who is the woman you describe?

Wolf Heart

[scarred_lexie]

The girl I am referring to is myself, looking in at...myself. I hope that makes sense. Basically, I am the narrator. I see "me" looking in at...
"me". OK, that's as far as I'm trying to explain I'm confusing myself.
-Lexie

[RobinInnle]

It may be generic angst but its still a good deal than my generic angst... That first one kinda hit home alittle close though... I wish I had your talent.

[thatguy]

I can look at a busy street on any given day and see thousands of people who are completely unwilling to share honestly what they're thinking or feeling, even more so when they're in pain or feel sad.

I recently was able to get a hold of an old friend to whom I confessed that my life was going pretty badly at the moment. I did this very reluctantly, you know, friendly rivalries and all and it's shaming for me, but it's an old old and good friend and I thought, well hey why not tell it like it is. Things hadn't gone very well on his end too and I think we were both able to drop our auto-macho guard a little and both feel less pressured about success and actually able to cheer each other up a little.

I can honestly say that reading your work and how open you've been has really made me feel great about people in general. You've made me happy and I think you should keep doing it. I'm astounded by your courage because as you get older the rule of "being honest and open and expressing yourself gets you a kick in the face 99/100 times" only gets reinforced.

You are amazing, please don't stop what you're doing, even if you have to start writing typical happy teenaged poetry

cheers,

T. Guy.