Bad Habits
"Bad Habits" by Anonymous
Procrastination
Is it good
Is it bad
Procrastination
The bad grades
The good grades
Procrastination
You sit and look at your missing assignments
They build and build
Procrastination
You're on your phone
On the most addicting media of them all
Procrastination
Watching and watching as your grades plummet
You’re failing now your parents are mad
They yell and scream
You tell them it's fine ill get them done
Procrastination
You sit and watch the missing work keeps building
Its the end now your still failing
Procrastination
It's over
You failed
Procrastination
"It'll Just Stop" by Kalena V. - January Winner!
The leather of my seat squeaks as I shift in my search for comfort. It’s quiet up here while the blasts of their conversations bleed into my ears. Why can’t I sit there? Nothing’s stopping you: you’re just too scared, the voice whispers to my sensitive soul. You and I both know that if we move there, they’ll be bothered. Stop, please. No one wants someone like us butting in. I scramble through my pockets: Where is it? The leather squeaking became louder, almost as loud as my heartbeat. Don’t hide from me: you need to be humbled. Please stop! You’re a try-hard, a loser, a nobody, nothing. I found them! I snatch my phone from my pocket and scroll till I saw it. Their conversations are getting louder. If you sit there, you’d just make an embarrassment of yourself. “Sun is shining in the sky,” The tune began to play, and the voice became quieter. Stop running from me! I grabbed my head and blasted the song, “There ain’t a cloud in sight,” I shook my head again and again as the few around me began to stare with their prying eyes. “It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play,” Each line drove me farther from this place, their conversations withering away. But that voice, my voice, faded, dancing to the tune. I began to feel lighter with each verse and refrain. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I felt my voice whisper again: The more you run, the harder you make this for yourself. I didn’t care: I had my escape in a place my voice couldn’t touch me…for now.
"The Struggles of OCD" by Anonymous
OCD…
What is normal when normal has such significance to a person who is not normal?
What can I- someone who is compulsive, and someone who is obsessive, do to fulfill this normality?
Why is it that every little thing in this abstract little world finds its way under the surface of skin?
And if frustration takes hold of you, you are left no choice but to capsize the feelings of others.
The feelings of those you truly care about.
You do not mean to, as those are not at all the intentions you’d hope to give.
But the thought of being imperfect when no human on earth is perfect- takes hold.
My hair is uneven- it's the end of the world.
My shirt isn’t fitting right- it’s the end of the world.
My makeup isn’t of my standards- it’s the end of the world.
Nothing is organized- it’s the end of the world.
Why can’t everybody just leave me alone?
Why can’t I just be normal?
Everybody thinks I am crazy.
Why can I not- just be normal?
No verbal explanation could ever succeed the suffer individuals just as I face.
If you do not go through it.
The world of which people just like me, will remain an underlining mystery.