Struggles That Come With Life
what can i say?
to make this all go away?
i sick of dealing,
but, sick of the way i'm feeling,
people don't seem to understand,
how everyday i keep it together,
even when it feels like everything fell apart,
i struggle to remain the person,
i've always been,
but it hard,
when your new ways,
are just getting in the way,
not much you can do to change,
that's what is driving you crazy,
it became a part of life,
that i now just have to deal,
i want to blame,
but, people say god is perfect,
don't critize him,
but, it kind of hard,
when he is to blame,
for not making everyone the same,
but, i guess i can't do much,
except see why god has only
made me this way.
4-28-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Getting Past The Pain
if you can understand,
you can see,
all of this hurt and pain,
i'm just sick of,
can you see,
i want to be any where but, here?
i'm sick of dealing with life,
just let me go,
let me be selffish,
i really don't care,
i'm sick of feeling this way,
i'm sick of feeling alone,
life not getting better,
just let me have my only choice,
to take away this pain for good,
i've thought of ways,
where i won't return,
just let me be,
i'll see you in another life,
a life that is better than this,
because by the end of each day,
i try my hardest to remain,
but, it just harder to stay,
when all you really want,
is to take this pain away,
that deep inside,
that won't subside,
no matter if i cry,
no matter how hard i try,
i just can't get past this pain.
Copyright © 2009
5-20-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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how much will you be able to understand of me?
i may play it off as the girl just like you,
but, deep under i'm dealing with my own problems,
i use to be afriad to let them show,
only because i seen it as a weakness,
but not showing how you really feeling,
is your weakness,
you critize yourself for not being perfect,
when nobody in this world really is,
why not go your own way?
forget trying to be like the cool person in school,
they only cool cuz they went there own way,
they did what they like to do,
if we were all the same,
what would we ever learn?
we are different for a reason,
the people who can understand,
what it like to be different,
can see where i'm coming from,
we try our hardest to be something,
maybe it is me for not accepting what god given me,
but, now i see his purpose,
at first it seemed unfair,
to go through life being different from other children,
but, now i see, they don't have what i have,
there life has been pretty easy growing up,
they may only have to deal with kids problems,
but having to deal with adult like problems,
since i was 8, gets kind of tiring,
i had more responsibility that i wanted to.
poem by Mona Martinez (2009)
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Try Too Hard
123...
You follow every line, you wear your perfect patch and style
But you're like a satellite and you're driftin' through the sky
You can't make up your mind about this or that, or anything at all
So you go with the flow and hope to God that no one knows it
[Pre-Chorus]
Everything you are, everything you say
Everything you do is not for you
Everything you feel, everything you know
You found it on your favorite TV show
[Chorus]
And it's people like you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere i look
[Verse 2]
You're telling everyone how different that you really are
But it's been said before, so maybe you're not special after all
If you put the same amount of effort into letting go
Just act yourself and you might like it, you never know
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause everything you want, everything you do
You try so hard to be everyone but you
Everywhere you turn, you just gotta learn
It's easier if you don't try so hard
[Chorus (2x)]
And it's people like you that me me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look
Is there somewhere I can go to get away
Where there's truth and people mean just what they say
[Bridge]
You try too hard
You just try too hard
You try too hard
[Chorus]
And it's people like us that make me sick
Im surrounded by it everywhere I look
Is there somewhere we can go to get away
Where there's truth and people mean just what they say
[Bridge]
You try too hard
You just try too hard
song performed by by Pink
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Going To Your Funeral Part I
Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream
Everything goes away
Driving down the highway through the perfect sunny dream
A perfect day for perfect pain
Look at all the people with the flowers in their hands
They put the flower on the box
Thats holding all the sand that was...
That was once...
That was once you
Honolulu hurricane I knew that you were not insane
Living in the insane world
Smiling like its no big deal
Scrabby wounds that never heal
The woman was only a girl
Look at all the people with their heads down in their hands
When everything Im feeling makes it hard to understand
That,
What I need to miss...
Its what I need to miss...
Is you
Going to your funeral and Im feeling like a fool
No ones gonna take the blame
Thinking about the days of hanging out behind the school
Everything goes away
song performed by by Eels
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I'm sick
I’m sick of always waiting for the breaks I never get,
I’m sick of being left behind and sleeping in my sweat,
I’m sick of making money when the ends are never met,
I’m sick of being sick of life I’m trapped inside a net,
I’m sick of having to be strong when I’m a nervous wreck,
I’m sick of working dead-end jobs that lack any respect,
I’m sick of waiting in a line where I am never next,
I’m sick of knowing that I’ll never truly be the best,
I’m sick of acting normal when I know that I’m a mess,
I’m sick of other people saying that I’m really blessed,
I’m sick of having all this pain I feel inside my chest,
I’m sick of being stressed, I’m feeling so depressed,
I’m reaching for a goal that very few are to obtain,
And no more strength is left in me because of all the pain,
I know that I have said that there is God inside the rain,
But where is God in moments when my bodies feeling drained,
And where is God in moments when a prayer won’t explain,
The fact that I was born a baby lacking half a brain,
The fact my hands and feet are tied together by these chains,
I can’t break free I need some help but all I get is blame,
I’m blamed for the mistakes I’ve made and it is such a shame,
I know that I’m a winner yet I’m losing to life’s game,
I’m losing my religion and all I do is entertain,
The other mindless people I swear this life is so mundane,
I’m always asking why,
I always say I try,
I’m looking to the sky,
Accept the pain and fly.
poem by Nathan Streango
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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Its Driving Me Crazy
Its driving me crazy!
Its driving me crazy
I dont know where I stand, theres just too many people around
Its driving me crazy
I just dont understand, Im looking but Im making no ground
Its driving me crazy
But I know that theres no need to worry, gonna get ya
Though they tell me theres no need to hurry, got to run me down
Its driving me crazy
I dont know where I stand, theres just too many people around
Its driving me crazy
I just dont understand, Im looking but Im making no ground
Its driving me crazy
If you see me, youd better start runnin, better run run
cos Im telling you Ill be out guarding, gonna run you down
Its driving me crazy, its driving me crazy
Its driving me crazy, its driving me crazy, its driving me crazy
Its driving me crazy
I dont know where I stand, theres just too many people around
Its driving me crazy
I just dont understand, Im looking but Im making no ground
Its driving me crazy
Its driving me crazy, its driving me crazy, its driving me crazy
Crazy, crazy, oooh, oooh, crazy, crazy, ooooh oooh,
Crazy, crazy, oooh ooooh, Im going crazy, crazy...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Never Met A Person As Wonderful As Me
Well, I stare at myself in the mirror
When I wake up every morn
And I marvel at how great Ive been
Since the day that I was born
Ive made so many albums
Ive run out of things to name em
My fans all want to be like me
And really, who can blame em
Teenage groupies all surround me
I guess I know why
No one else can match my charm
Why do they even try
All the girls in college
Turned me down for other fellas
But I know why, it seems to me
Theyre just insanely jealous
Who wouldnt be
Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just dont understand
That its hard to be too humble
When you know that youre so grand
And Im not trying to say Im perfect
I just want you to see
That Ive never met a person
Whos as wonderful as me
Now, Im not arrogant or haughty
And Im certainly not conceited
But anyone trying to match my wits
Is very soon defeated
Im a marvellous human being
Im just one big hunk of man
Sometimes I have to marvel
At how very great I am
Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just dont understand
That its hard to be too humble
When you know that youre so grand
And Im not trying to say Im perfect
I just want you to see
That Ive never met a person
Whos as marvellous, spectacular
Fantastic and terrific
And so very great and wonderful as me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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~Sick of Crazy~
Day One- I am sitting here happy...
Day Two- I might be sad...
Day Three- I could be angry or peaceful that depends on the counsellor I had...
Day Four- I could be feeling nothing which is quite normal for me...
Day Five- I’m going crazy, but no one ever notices me...
Day Six- I’m fixing myself and also everything else too...
Day Seven- I’m remembering that no one else is ever as messed up as you...
I survived my whole life this crazy insane way.~
Listening to what everyone else has to say.~
One major thing I forgot to do on my agenda was pray! !
Life got too hard for me so I planned an accident something big you know a scandal~
The first attempt didn’t get the attention I thought I required, so a jump would surely show them that I have blew completely off the handle....
I feel at times like I am back at square one.~
I feeling like screaming, crying and yelling at my evil- self ~
I really want to run.~
I want to hide back in that place that I almost was....
The place where the normal people cannot get me anymore and all I can feel is warm fuzz....
I’m sick of diagnoses....
I’m freaking sick of doctors...
I’m sick of being sick!
I’m sick of being scared!
I’m sick of pretty much everything that should have just been FAIR.~
I’m sick of being bi-polar~
I’m sick of being depressed~
I’m sick of ADHD, ANXIETY, OCD, ODD and all of the rest....
I’m sick of doctors trying to tell me who I am, my life no more will be a med changing test~!
I am me this is who I am...
I might be crazy, or a little off the wall. ~
I might want to cry and curl up in a ball.~
No more diagnoses! Nope, Not for me!
I am happy and content with letting the real inside me flow free.
Not what me the doctor of the week thinks the world should see.
poem by Cassanya Anderson
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Sick of…
Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything
poem by Tiffany Johnson
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Waiting....for Something To Come Along
days roll by,
and i bearly make it by,
i can't handle this pain,
that i've suddenly gain.
it's driving me insane,
because i can no longer be the same,
people don't seem to see,
everything i want to be,
i use to have dream,
now that things no longer what they seem,
i'm left feeling lost and confused,
and not knowing what to do,
that's how most of my days are,
not many people to give a damn,
ain't it a shame?
people who cause my unhappiness,
aren't trying to get me well,
but, instead they love to critize,
over everything i did wrong,
what is this world turning into?
because it changing,
faster than i can deal.
wouldn't you say?
because everyday i wonder,
would this be the day,
everything changes for the good.
4-16-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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OH! I can't SAY that....(a revision)
I'm sick of f\%king Facebook,
sick of emails,
sick of people talking,
sick of my work radio beeping,
I'm sick of words.
I am being cluttered to death by words....
I am sick of listening to crazies on the bus,
sick of television spewing out banality.
Sick of voices, sick of billboards, sick of typing.
I am word sick.
I am sick of people
The more they let me know them the less I care.
I don't care what your baby did.
don't give a f$ck about what you ate for dinner.
I don't even f*ckin care if your grandpa died.
Sick, sick, sick, I am making myself sick
just writing this sh#t down.
Nothing anyone has to say is of any importance at all
that includes me.
I am drowning in words, and voices, and mundane ideas.
I am sick of people trying to 'set the world on fire'
But I do wish them luck....
because some men just want to see the world burn.
I'm sick of f&cking texts and even more sick of phone calls.
I am sick of adverts on the telly.
I am fed up with peoples life stories.
I don't care what you have been through,
as long as you will let me sleep with you.
And I will only sleep with you
if you promise to wear a ball gag.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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Life is not always perfect
life can be ****ed up,
but what can we do?
whine and cry
because the things we want
you can't have?
or just change the way
you see life?
life can be unfair,
why let it bring you down?
you can't change what happens,
or what's going to happen,
you control your life,
nobody else
so to place blame on somebody,
only shows,
that you have no courage
to take responsibity,
for the way your life was going
fight through when times get hard,
why cry when nothing will change?
the people who are gone,
will never return,
that guy that broke your heart,
will fall in love again,
why should you remain,
trapped in the past,
plus everything you want to change,
only to find,
it was out of your reach to begin with,
except for....
Right here and Right now,
because what matters the most,
is when you realize,
that life not as bad as you thought,
when you find that person inside,
that know pain is part of life journey,
even though life sucks,
you have to fight through it,
without letting it get the best of you.
Copyright © 2009
oct 27,09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Mixed Feelings
The tears I've shed
run down my face,
the fire in my eyes
the betrayal in my heart
and endless footage running in my head.
I cant believe what happened
Who are you?
I dont want to know this person you've become
my heart aches
my eyes are sore,
and I am sick
I'm sick of the same feeling
I'm sick of my heart suffering
I'm sick of people like you
And I'm sick of being the one hurt.
How old are we?
It's about time to grow up
I'm not going to stay quiet anymore
I'm going to show you the real me
and the real me is angry
Angry at the past
Angry at the present
Angry at the future
Most of all angry at you
for making me feel this way
for making me shed my tears
for having my heart betrayed
And for making me regret things in my life
the decisions I've made
the feelings I've felt
and making me hate you today.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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Blame It On Me
(Bruce Robison)
You're standing there, that look in your eye
You're looking for good ways to tell my good-bye
Something 'bout people, how they never know
They're loving somebody, then lettin' them go
You're looking for reasons but there ain't no need
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me, I was the one
I had no right to turn it all wrong
I held you too close, I couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
I'll go on home and you can feel free
To blame it on me
I am too rough, I work too hard
I got no cool friends, I drive an old car
I'm not the picture of any man's dream
Handful of bluebonnets, boots and old jeans
I was a fool to think it could be
So blame it on me
Blame it on me, I was the one
Acting like real life was some old love song
I held you too close, couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
Thinkin' forever, ever could be
So blame it on me
When you start looking for ways out of love
Then I've been making mistakes by the dozen
So if you want to leave
You can blame it on me
I held you too close, couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
So I'll go on home and you can feel free
To blame it on me
Blame it on me
Blame it on me
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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Miserable
my life is miserable,
can't do what i once enjoyed,
nobody seem to understand,
my pain and frustration,
that i put up with to seem fine,
if only you knew the real me,
the part that don't want to go on,
because of what i have to go through,
at such a young age,
no wonder,
i act the way i do,
things i have to go through,
while people make life difficult,
age is really just a number,
no matter how old people get,
they will aways act the same way,
when they come across,
somebody who is different,
what i really hate is,
being more grown up than i have to,
taking on more reponisbility because
people can't except blame,
ain't it a shame,
being stuck dealing with life.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Toast to the Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.
Here's to the men, the perfect men!
Who never are at fault;
They blame us if they chance to get
The pepper for the salt.
They blame us if their business fails,
Or back a losing horse;
And when it rains on holidays
The fault is ours, of course.
They blame us when they fall in love,
And when they married get;
Likewise they blame us when they're sick,
And when they fall in debt.
For everything that crisscross goes
They say we are to blame;
But, after all, here's to the men,
We love them just the same!
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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