r o bo ts

 When I was 17 years old I started changing with the seasons.

 My body and brain slowly rusting over once the winter started approaching.

 I can't tell myself I'm not a robot because all characteristics but physical are matching up.

 The ink bleeding onto this paper make up for the tears that have yet to leave my eyes,

 And my tongue constantly being sharpened, by the thoughts that are instantly being turned to words, with no sorry to follow.

 I still have yet to show you I'm sorry.

Maybe one day once this rust fades away.

A Time Where Things Could've Been Different

    We're all fools

everyone of us,

every oppertunity in hand

yet we still wish for things to be different,

to go differently,

to be different,

Every opportunity in hand.

     No more wishing to live in another generation

no more of the trash names labeling us because our generation is 'stupid'

'no good'

'worthless'

'a disappointment'

    This is a time where things Can Be Different 

this is a time where we are free to express ourselves.

                      to our generation:

we have points to prove

goals to achieve

and time to succeed 

because this isn't a time where 'things could be different' anymore,

It's the time where things are different 

and endless chances to be great,

you are no disappointment, 

This is the Twenty First Century with every opportunity at grab