Blackbird Poetry

Sometimes you just need your own thing Need your own thing to call your own Sometimes you need to be your own person Need to love yourself,  to feel at home. Life can hand you lemons, It can tire you out,  and blow your mind Sometimes you gotta pick yourself up Since there's no place to hide. Life just keeps on moving Like the highway youre going down See the mountains in the mirror Life's movin on.... It's moving on. Roll the window down As the wind blows through your hair enjoy the ride Lose yourself, lose yourself there.

No more swallowing my anger To be loved by you No more biting my tongue  To be supported by just a few. I tire of laying down hopelessly Waiting for the pain to go away I feel a different kind of pain Some people would say.  They say I'm over sensitive That explains what I feel They say I'm too serious,  That I'm spinning the roulette wheel.  They fail to recognize-The hate they spin With their cackling laughs I can hear what they say Behind my back, the wistful cracks, about my chubbiness, or the brains that I lack. And they do it to everyone Not just to me, they're heartless...deceiving, make you trust them, lie to your face, only to enthuse them..., What made them so mean? And I try to outrun them I try to leave But I have to spend holidays  they're my family. And I'm forced to spend it  If I want to be close to my mother And I feel so alone, even among all the others. And I lay in bed at night Trying to decide what to do- take all the pills in the bottle Or