Lemme paint you a picture
A little boy was raised with a toxic mixture of perspective.
The same people everyday tortured him with the same phrases and words
Which always left the boy getting treated like the rest of the nerds
Later that day the boy goes home.
And hides in his room blasting music from his phone.
Just trying to distract himself from feeling so alone.
If only happiness was available in the form of a loan.
Lemme ask you something now.
Doesn’t the story of that little boy make you sad?
The way he is so defeated and beat down that he resorts to cowering in his own bed.
Afraid of everything, always lowering his head at anything that comes his way.
Courage. Hope. And potential.
We as human beings were born with it all.
The traits that help pick us up after we fall.
The things that make us seem a little less small.
Courage.
The thing that helps us face our fears.
But what if your always called a queer?
For years, and years, and years.
And what if that thing we call courage doesn’t work for us anymore.
Because the toxic society we live in put you in a room with only one door.
And the door opens every once and a while
And when it opens, then comes the negativity, flying through the air and stacking in a pile.
Eventually, the pile gets to large to look above
And then out of no where comes someone dishing out a nasty shove
Pushing you down, again, again, and again,
No matter how much you try to get up, after a while, inevitably, you just can’t.
Hope.
You know, the emotion that we use to cope.
But once again, I just want you to imagine being ******* by a rope.
But no matter what you do, no matter what you try, if you even try to try, you get pulled back. Further, and further, and further each time.
Maybe you can just try to climb?
Oh wait, I forgot. That won’t work either.
And here you are, a past believer.
Now, you consider yourself a griever.
Totally lost sight of how you were a steady achiever.
GOD JUST FORGET ABOUT IT.
Forget about what your worth,
Just become another number walking the earth.
Your words always display such negativity,
That people start to forget how to even begin with positivity.
So please Stop drawing out their lives with your negatively laced pencil
Preventing them from living up to their full potential
Because just imagine.
That boy that used to get bullied every day, and every night.
Would always be caught up in this stupid fight.
Preventing him from taking his own personal flight.
And creating the cure to cancer.
He just didn’t have any of it left. Or at least he was told he didn’t.
He didn’t have and courage, he didn’t have any hope, and he didn’t have any potential.
Because those words, those harsh cruel words, made him lose sight of who he truly is.
With the lack of courage, hope, potential. Then people have no reason to try. They just want to lock down and cry. And that is how, truly remarkable things, begin to die.
I was in a weird mood. And this probably makes no sense. But I just wanted to make a point about how humanity needs to start being more concerned about other people’s dreams, and there potential. Rather than just themselves. Focusing on ourselves, aswell as others, is how human beings truly gain fulfillment. That is the message I am trying to share with this poem. Enjoy