@Delilah I understand... It's the age... Sixteen is tough, the hormones rough And you see #life through a haze And I understand That it's the age When you think the world around you Was made for your own sake That every sexy joke That shares your name inside Was definitely, no doubt about it Made with you in mind It's all part of the syndrome I understand it's all to new its still super hard to conceive That #life's not just about you So I won't harbour any anger As you're only sweet sixteen When you get older you'll realise What you did was kinda mean To make false accusations Can be kinda dangerous When the wrong person reads it And decides I'm too outrageous... So hey there Delilah Just to set things right I'm sure you're lovely and all that But you're simply not my type! And just by the way you say I'm twenty three I'm feeling rather flattered As I'm actually nineteen! P.s. I deleted as I wasn't sure whether or not you were insulted. Apologies if that was the case

Clinging Standing at the gates of freedom Reach a hand to the sky, I take it back; it's denied So close, yet so, so far But I don't close my eyes Not believing their lies Twisted and torn, The truth's been perverted I let out a sigh Still my hopes are high... I'm walking in shallow waters And the thorns, they're sharp I can't see them; it's dark Since sunshine has drifted away And the blue skies are gone Seems the blackness has won And I can't seem to find my way And so they pierce me I'm fighting back fiercely... They say that there once was a light That streched far and wide And the demon would hide Some say that the light still exists But the demons returned And the evil is worse Question marks, anger sparks Confusion protrudes Since my thoughts were abused I'm pushin my way through the marshes Slowly starts to rain Crying from the pain Mud is thick, and it's getting deeper Moving gets harder Problems grow larger Thunder clashes, faith turns to ashes Which way to turn Without getting burned Here I am! Can't you see me? Prove that beliveing Is not all decieving I see dry land on the horizon And so now I swim If I'm lucky I'll win Up above, there goes down a storm But it's inside my heart Where the colds really formed Wind lashes across my face Just a few feet now I'll be reaching dry ground Holding on, I'm gonna make it And I ramble on Won't stop being strong Not sure where I have the strength But I won't complain Long as I'm still sane I reach out for the concrete floor Run for the middle Feeling so little There I stand, under the trees And I look up above, Where is the love And my tears falling down form a pool at my grounds And I let myself go And I scream to the world Nerves are on fire, It's the cry of the youth And the voice, it echoes a thousand times Dear GD Where are you?

!' Just taking a moment to give props to the guy who invented the exclamation mark; what would poetry be without it!

Who Am I This one isn't about me or my friends... Just a bit of inspiration... Well I was thinking to myself 'bout the world and all else, and now I'm wandering who am I They say that I'm the hopeless kid, one they'll be glad to rid, they say that I can't even try The boys in class, they bully me, teacher somehow didn't see, when they punched and kicked and broke my brand new bike The girls were told I have disease, they laugh and say I have herpies, So I sit here and I ask myself who am I I come home and my parents shout, my brother gently prods me out As harsh words begin to turn to blows I'm hungry but I dare complain lest daddy bring his wooden cane And hit me on my stubbly, freezing toes I sit here, alone, in the park, by now it's long gone after dark And the sadness within me is exposed And so I ask myself, between the tears, looking down on all those years Quietly, whispering, who am I Chorus and I have a dream that one day I will sing And i will inspire my nation! Yes I have these goals to take over the world I want to be that inspiration Yes I have a vision to be on television And the girls will be screaming my name Yet how dare I dream, I must be quite obscene to think that I can achieve For who am I but the kid from down the block I should stop being so naive Well I'm still around, yeah I'm still wearing that frown, But the fact I'm alive got me thoughtful Through the taunts and the sneers I asked G-d to be clear About why He does things so awful And I wondered and questioned and asked for a confession that G-d can indeed make mistakes And unfortuneatly with the facts of my story I happen to be one of high stakes One day I dared sing in the bathroom in school But I thought twice and stopped straight away But t'was to late, came along all my mates, and they laughed until all their thighs ached And then came the day they took papa away And I couldn't even find it to cry I just walked to the park when it was already dark And I asked myself again who am I Chorus There were thoughts in my head to stop thinking ahead And to end it all now... Why keep trying When I asked no one answered, when I shared no one cared Why live just to keep on denying It was then that he showed, the mystery man An angel clothed in man's attire He claimed he had sung when he was still young But for reasons he has to retire Yet he had power, he had climbed music's towers Money abundant like the rain from on high And now he was searching for that one special person That he could lift on his shoulders, and reach to the sky What made him see me, I will never see Will never know why it was I But my name was chosen, and full of emotion, I screamed to the heavens, "WHO AM I?" Chorus Now it's years later, me n my creator Walked the road, and climbed all the steps I suceeded beyond my wildest ambitions When I return to my block, I lift high my head And when I return to my school, to the bullies and fools To the teachers who said, let him fail I watched their blood rush, their face start to blush When they see who it was they were quick to derail And when I visit my mama, she's well over the drama And she smiles when I come through the door Edward her new sir really does love her And tells me, 'save your money' when I offer to give more And still late at night, when the stars shine bright And the breeze sends a shiver down your spine I still go to the park, like I used to at dark And look up to heavens, whispering, "who am I..." Who am I, what am I, how did I get here? Who are you, what are you, how did you get there? But now a spark deep inside, somehow connects to on high And with tears in my eyes, I smile to the skies And I tell my creator, I think I understand All this... Was for me... To become this very man...

Looking forward to the WEEKEND!