Friends

                                                       A Friend

Are people you can count on

Is someone who cheers you up when you are down

Are people who motivates you

A Best Friend

Is someone you can act crazy with

You can show them your true self

Is someone who gets you to try new things

Even against your will

But mostly someone who sticks with you through thick and thin

Everyone needs a friend and anyone can have one

Dream

Life is but a dream

A dream that we can never up wake from

An illusion of something that isn't real

And when we sleep

We drift out of consciousness

Into another state of being

A dream within a dream

What fits me

In a world where we make identities for ourselves,

Learning all day.

The pathways they have chosen,

That fits them in some way.

As I ask this question,

"What fits right for me?"

I look to the future,

To see what I will be.

I know right now I might not have the answers to the questions I may ask,

But I try each day to find the path that fits my future

Emotions

                                   Joy

                         Makes us smile

                                   Fear

                  Needed to have courage

                                  Trust

                        Brings friendships

                              Sadness

                      Where hope is born

                               Emotions

They are a part of what makes us human.

But, if we had no emotions are we still human

                              Jealousy

                            Brings anger

                                Cruelty

                Makes way for destruction

                       Negative emotions

They are good not to have, but we have them anyway

                   Because we are human

Pressure

All I feel is pressure

All-around

Voices shouting

At me

They want me to be who they want

To do what they say

They want me to be someone

Who will be able to do all these great things

They suck the fun out of everything 

My life

It's like I'm being dragged down into a pit

Allways stressed

 I'm starting to break down

Becoming numb

To shut out the world around

But I can still feel it

Them

The pressure on my shoulders

I see everyone having fun

Being who they want to be

LIving for themselves

While I'm stuck

Bound by the chains of their expectations

All I feel is pressure

-Stranger Z

Another person dies within me

Each year another person in me dies.
For I am not the person I was
yesterday,
last week,
last month,
or last year.
And they are never coming back.

I sometimes glance back into my memories

to see a person,

people,

a former me.

We may look the same

but,

we are from different times and minds. 
We made different choices and chose different paths.

I see me, us, looking forward 
not knowing they will no longer be with me.
Yet, sill present in my memories
of a person I once was

Each day another person dies within me.

-Stranger Z.

Hello Fellow Humans

Hello, 

Strangers and other people who randomly found this post while roaming the internet. 

I just wanted to note that if you read my poems, 

do not be concerned with my well being. 

All I have to say is: 

yes I am ok

no, I'm not depressed (just stressed)

and no I don't have anything wrong with me

That's all

Signing out,

Stranger Z