They say they know what they’re doing, but they don’t have a clue.

They show up to things they don’t even want to be at.

And still, they’re called grown people

Dying from no freedom

living in a hopeless damaged world

rights would bring freedom

but are far from achievement

A life is more important, a life is more important, a life is more important than a stupid government which ignores the suffering screams of dying creatures that only want to life.

The world is colorful.
Everyone is beautiful
in their own special and amazing way.

We are all different,
but each of us is important.

Stop bullying.
Stop laughing at others.
Stop breaking hearts.
Stop the hate.

Every person has a heart that deserves love.
Every soul carries a story—
sometimes silent,
sometimes heavy,
but always real.

You may only see a face,
but behind it is a whole life.
With dreams,
with fears,
with hopes.

We may speak different languages,
have different skin colors,
believe different things—
but deep inside,
we are the same.

We all want to feel love.
We all want to feel seen.
We all want to belong.

So show kindness.
Show understanding.
Don’t be the reason someone cries—
be the reason someone smiles.

A kind word can heal.
A true smile can save a day.
A hug can mean the world.

Respect is not about age or background.
Respect is what connects us.
It is a language everyone understands.

Every person matters.
Every life matters.
Every heart deserves care.

So be kind—even when it’s hard.
Be respectful—even when you disagree.
Be loving—because love grows when shared.

In the end,
we all want the same thing:
To be seen.
To be heard.
To be loved.

I wish i didnt have ears, this whole place smells.

Whats the point, this wont help.

Im sitting lifeless like a piece of kelp

I dont know what to do, every one is screaming boo.

I dont want to see i wish i didnt feel.

At least i got larsy boy, he kinda mid at basketball, compared to me he is more of a toy, he always answers my call.

No matter iff our hair is black or red, we don't need any negativity in our head.

With all this negativity the open hand slowly turns into a fist.

No matter what skin color, we all have hearts and feelings.

Racism hurts people, we want to take our fists and protect ourselves. we should be kind and respect everyone.

We need to put our fists up and fight against racism.

When we show love, we receive love. Because we are all part of the human race, like that the world becomes a better place.

Because we are all people.

yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mistery but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.

Walking through these halls

Colourful Pictures on the Walls

Sailing towards the horizon

Big dreams ahead

Rainbows, unicorns and hearts

The life we’ve dreamed of starts

The best years of our life

Now I See all that grey

And still I have to stay

Dark Clouds hide what once was so bright

so we search for the light

The best years of our life

They said

Study, study, all we do

Study, study through the night

Black and white

Nothing bright

The darkness hides it all

My crew has long left me

So into the night I drift

Still searching for that gift

The best years of our life

They said

Where has gone that dream

Pushing me into the stream

Promising me wind in my sails

Leading me into betrayals

The best years of our life

They said

But they have not seen the tide

Not seen where cliffs hide

Bursting sharp out of the blue

In the moment when I have no clue

Splashing, splashing, I can’t see

What once was so bright to me

The best years of our life

They said

And the ship sinks

Buried in the waves

And so Im standing on my titanic

Not bothering to panic

Tired of drowning

Tired of swimming

Tired of that shattered Wreck when I am the captain

They say they know what they’re doing, but they don’t have a clue.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

They show up to things they don’t even want to be at.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

They do what they can, but it’s still not enough.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

They tell me to be myself, but they don’t even know who they are.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

I should believe what they say, but they don’t believe in themselves.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

They say they know what’s best, but they don’t live their best life.
And still, they’re called “grown people.”

They say they have life experience, but they’re living it for the first time.
And the worst part is:
Soon, we’ll all become one of these people—
And be called “grown people.”

I laugh and talk with others But inside there’s a space
Where silence sits beside me and hides behind my face.

I wish someone would noticeThe quiet in my eyes A friend to share the Moments Before the feeling dies. The loneliness is heavy Like clouds that never part But maybe one day soon
I’ll find a place to start.

We all die

We all breathe oxygen

We are all human

So how is it, that we manage to find such flaws within ourselves, that we managed to create a society where everyone is afraid to be their selves as they will get pushed down and sculpted into someone they don’t even recognise.

Our personalities welded into a tapestry crafted by someone else’s hand.

We are supposed to be the most evolved species, yet the biggest problems we face are ones that we constructed ourselves.

We all struggle on that path. Let’s not make it harder by tugging others off the path and into the sharp brambles.

Instead of sculpting someone else’s mould, let’s let them guide their own hands and be there to pick up the pieces when it fails.

With walls of glass that reach up high.

Inside are books from every land,

All resting in a reader’s hand.

The sky looks in both day and night,

Its stars and clouds bring soft, calm light.

The books are quiet, but they say

A thousand things in their own way