Shoulders This is not what they were Made for. To bear all Of this weight. Perhaps one day My burden falls But sealed does seem My fate. "Atlas, oh Atlas!" I hear the voices cry "Why is it you've been forced To bear this godforsaken sky?"

Personal Crisis I will never forget who I am. Not in any just sense. I am not at all certain of myself. Simply because I do not know. I am not a person in search of their soul. Honestly I feel as though I'll never really know myself. Times come when I find myself lost. And times when I find myself gone completely and then I know, I am never gone, because I was never really there to begin with. I feel overruled by so many little, unimportant things. But they are so prominent. It often seems at times it is those thing which define me and not myself. I am envious, yet struck with constant disbelief at the number of people who are so sure of themselves. Who can define themselves by who they are, not by the things that they become. The people who have one face, one mind, one personality, one #life, all to themselves... Because it often at times seems as though I am sharing my #life with multiple persons and I do not know which to trust. My eyes see different so often, my mind thinks different constantly, my own thoughts belong to me, but not to myself. There are so many of theses lives I have known, so many perspectives I have experienced, so many worlds I have seen. I am afraid I will never know which one is really mine. I do not know myself. I am not my own. I have a mind that belongs to many. But only belongs to me. I am alone, everyone of me feels the same emotions, but processes them differently. I am scared, yet I am unafraid. I do not know who I really am. I do not know myself

Test Week. Pencils scratching Seems to loud Your work is finished, Are you proud? Paper rustles Flips and bends The questions really Never end. Fill the bubbles All the way! No noise is to be heard today! Read and answer Then repeat I'm simply squirming In my seat. Even water Is against the rules? Surely this is prison Not one of the schools. But alas The benchmark's come again. You may open your booklets. Let the testing begin.

We Are Us Fighting for what is our own It's who we are We are alone One rampant wave In an endless sea It's who we are It's what we'll be A defiant shout In a world of screams It's us and we're bursting At the seams One voice piercing Through the crowd The voice is ours And we are loud The price is high But it has been payed This is us We are unafraid A patch of sky Threatened by the clouds The sky is us And we are proud A smile Found amongst the tears This is us For we've no fear In a world of silence We are song This is us We don't belong Stand together Stand to fight This is us We face the night Dependent till The sun breaks new This is us And we are true We stand out Like white on black This is us We're fighting back We are truth But we cannot be seen This is us The in between We were so noble We were so loud This is us Covered by a shroud You'd almost think That we have failed This is us We have been jailed Forced down until We're almost gone This is us Rising at dawn We are the inside We are what's real This is us With the cards we deal We are many We are few This is us and, We are you.

Too Young. "You're just too young." Is what they say I almost find it cute "Just a child." Day after day Their rules leaving me mute In truth I am no longer sure That my voice can be heard Can they not hear me? Is there a cure? This whole process is absurd I have a voice! I have my rights! So hear me as I speak, I may be young, But I have fight You cannot dub me weak! But yet it seems The sound is lost Voice gone within the wind It ends the same Fills my heart with frost I have failed again. "You're just too young." Is what they say I'm tired of their games Well I may be young, But I can play And my rules aren't quite the same.