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Zan Jun 2020
Your so selfish!
How could you leave me!
Why am I the one being punished?
How dare you do that on that tree...
The one that held your cold body.
The one that witnessed your last exhale.
The one that was in the eyes of somebody.
Somebody that immediately turned pale.
Their stomach dropped,
and tears filled their eyes.
They broke down.
To the ground.
And shivered as the false hope left their body.
Your so selfish.
What about me....
How dare you.
That somebody was me.
Zan Jun 2020
I miss my old life a lot.
.....
I want my friends back,
I want my school back,
I want my horse back,
I want humanity back,
I want peace back,
I want love back.
I want stupidity to leave,
I want racists to leave,
I want homophobes to leave,
I want violence to leave,
I want death to leave,
I want sickness to leave.
Please....
Zan Apr 2020
<3
They were the one that I thought of every day,
but now they are the one that got away.
Zan Apr 2020
Could you please shut up and leave me alone?!
Please stop telling me what I need to do,
don't tell me what I have already done.
Please, little voice inside me, hang up the phone.
You don't need to be with me, stuck like glue.
You act like you are having so much fun.
Its not a game, its reality.
Why do you only come when I am sad?
Its impossible to be full of glee,
because when your with me I get so mad.
Could you please shut up and leave me alone?!
. . . . . . . . wow
Zan Apr 2020
So many things confusing to me,
we live in a world where no one can fully agree.
I want to get along with everyone,
and just go out and have some fun.
I want to be united with every person,
I want to feel that connection.
I hate being hated and judged,
but similar people end up being smudged.
So I always end up not caring,
cause I don't like sharing.

Science,
Nature,
Religon,
Culture,
Love,
Death,
Relatio­nships,
Time,
Space.

Why is everyhthing so confusing? How did everything get so diverse?
We try so hard to be like other people, but why don't we try being ourselves.
Zan Apr 2020
My parents often ask me, why are you so stressed, why are you so depressed, . . . . . why are you so . . . crazy?
Here and now I am going to answer that question.

1. stress

The main reason I stress is from responsibility.
RESPONSIBILITY
The word makes me go insane
All of it causes pain.

Sibilings, five younger sibilings,
they all have their things.
they each have someting that either causes me a responsibilty or stress, because its a constant worry, love.

School, all eight classes,
you expect aces.
I can't be perfect, but you want me to be, and that is a huge responsibility.

Home, all of it,
every single bit.
A home requires everybody to have a responsibility.

2. deppresed

The main reason i am often sad, mad, or a mixture of both is that you wouldn't accept me.
NO ACCEPTENCE
To know that you would hate me,
stops me from being free.

Gender, i hate it,
why do we label ourselfs why dont we quit.
I just want to be free and ya'll dont like that, so i can't.

Sexuality, mine is different,
and you would accept it.
The world is different why cant you see that, why is different bad?

Religon, the worst of all,
the lectures make me feel so small.
You force and force and it makes me wat t be farther and farther away.

3. crazy

I am crazy because you dont care.
OBLIVION
You can't see me trying so hard,
the only things you see tears me apart.

I am trying, cant you see,
being perect for you is always who i've been tring to be.
Don't you see me working, all the time, trying to please all of ya'll.

Perfection, its impossible,
nothing can be perfectly aligned on the table.
Why do I have to be your perfect christain daughter who does so well in school while I am unhappy? Why can't I be your unperfect person that follows their dreams and is happy?

- Your unperfect human, Zan.
Zan Apr 2020
The things you have said,
I can't just forget.
The things you have said,
aren't forgivable.

You thought you were fine,
somethings you don't just get.
You thought you were fine,
but you weren't able.

Those words really hurt,
badly mentaly.
Those words really hurt,
piercing through my soul.

You aren't forgivine,
I accept gratefuly.
You aren't forgivine,
but what was your goal.

You had problems,
you couldn't control.
You had problems,
but its sill hurting.

You've gotten better,
still I have a hole.
You've gotten better,
but I'm still alert.
To someone who started it all. . . . my amazing, digusting, and endless mountain of mental health.
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