My dad always wanted a son He wanted a son named Scott

Scott is a baseball player Scott is a cook Scott is a doctor But Scott isn’t real

My mom always wanted a son She wanted a son named Scott

Scott is the best at tennis Scott is the greatest with kids Scott is the artist of the family But Scott isn’t real

My mom and dad had a daughter A daughter named Sasha

Sasha is in baseball But she isn’t their son

Sasha loves to cook But she isn’t their son

Sasha is in college to be a doctor But she isn’t their son

Sasha is real But she wishes she was not

Sasha always wins in tennis But she isn’t a boy

Sasha wants kids But she isn’t a boy

Sasha is an artist But she isn’t a boy

Sasha is real But my dad wishes the was not

Sasha is real But my mom wishes she was not

I am Sasha And i am real But I’d rather be Scott

If my parents wanted a son so bad Why weren’t they happy when I became Scott All of their plans; All of their ideals Suddenly it was all becoming real

They say that when you die Within the stars you will lie But death wasn’t on my mind After all that’s just part of mankind

Staring into the infinite void All my worries were destroyed You lying on the ground flat Now all I want is for you to come back

Nights with only you and the stars No longer stayed ours The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold

(This is kind of bad but it’s late at night. This is a Christian post so if you don’t want to read it, you don’t have too)

We are all here to fulfill gods wish

The meaning of life varies From child to adult From male to female From atheist to religious

No matter your Age Gender Religion

You have a reason, And right, To live Wether you want it or not

Maybe you live to impress someone Maybe you live to help others Maybe you live because others look up to you Maybe you live because your afraid

I felt I had to impress them I felt I needed to help them I felt like they looked up to me I was afraid

Jesus saved me

He impressed me He helped me I looked up to him I was no longer afraid

My meaning of life: Fulfill gods plan for me

Prove that god loves everyone Even if you don’t try and impress him

Prove that he can help others Even if they don’t think they are worth helping

Prove that you should look up to him Even if others look up to you

Prove that you don’t have to be afraid All you have to do is trust him

You are loved Wether you believe in him or not

(I didn’t use Google or anything for the rhymes so it might not make sense.)

Underneath the cherry tree She told me that she loved me

Although I’d never felt love towards her I thought god was telling me that it was my turn

After a month of love I called out to the man above

Why haven’t I fallen into this mysterious feeling? Why hasn’t my mind started reeling?

When she asks to be more serious I end up leaving her curious

It drains my will to live Knowing that all she wants is for me to give

I end up sitting here underneath this cherry tree Wondering, what is wrong with me?

(Thank you for reading this. It’s supposed to be about a relationship that I didn’t want to be in but got stuck in a while back. It’s basically about being anti romantic.)

(I’m not good with poems but I tried)

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld, In flower fields of ash, Persephone twirled, With a pile of trash,

For he is the king, Of this hellish land, Although i can feel the sting, There is nothing to do from where I stand,

After she ate stumbled among the pomegranate, Persephone was bound to stay, Hell is no place for her to inhabit, Yet she didn’t try to get away,

All of this happened since she Got lost in the underworld

(First post so don’t laugh at me)

It’s not my fault. I tell myself that same sentence over and over and over Day and night Why am I here? I don’t deserve this punishment! I never did anything wrong! I can’t speak so I try and scream I can’t scream so I try to cry However I can’t cry because I’m numb Yet everything hurts so bad Millions of cuts all along my body You would think I slept in a rose bush The only thing in this endless forest That always repeats after 50 feet Is a mirror with a golden edge But when I look through the glass Instead of matted hair Instead of a torn nightgown Instead of a bruised face I see the devil That I gave myself away too I wanted freedom from my family I never specified that I wanted to stay free