When,when did it become alright to harass people that are different
When is it ever alright to harass anybody whether different or no
Let me ask you something when was the last time you got harassed or pushed around, did it feel good no did you want to do something about it of course but did you no why because people say your not so you don't iam no saint I've been harassed before and didn't do anything about you know what II did that was better nothing nothing not because they said i wouldn't but because i knew if i did it would only cause more trouble for i am not saying walk away every time someone confronts you but stand up for yoursef once in awhile or everytime if your a trouble maker

Every time you don't stand up for yourself it's like your beating yourself up along with them

Are you broken, or are you whole?
Are you falling, or standing tall?
Are you sinking, or floating along?
And who decides this, after all?

Do you fly with the wind,
Wherever it blows?
In thunder or lightning,
Sunshine or snow?

Are you a victim of circumstance?
Do you soak in the rain, freeze in the snow,
Wherever the wind
Just so happens to blow?

But since when does the wind decide,
Whether we are wet or dry?
Or happy or sad? Or broken or whole?
We've lost control of what we own.

It's not up to the wind,
Or your boss or soul mate.
It's not up to your friend,
Or your terrible date.

It up to you, and you alone,
To create a foundation so strong,
You can remain grounded
When the wind comes along.

So are you broken, or are you whole?
Are you falling, or standing tall?
Are you sinking, or floating along?
The decision is yours, after all.

What can you expect?
Poetry comes from the heart.
And the heart is vulnerable.

We live in a world of lost souls and unfulfilled dreams.
Poetry just helps us stay here physically
Because we cant always be here mentally, emotionally,or spiritually.
Poetry is the reason i'm still alive.

You can give me all your secrets
I'll keep them well hid for you
I'm not here to pass any judgement
On what you did or didn't do

I've not been appointed as your judge
For all you've done in life
I have a hard enough time understanding
What all I've done in mine

I can never let it get out
I'm not who they think I am
That the life I've portrayed for so many years
Has been no more than a sham

So don't worry about your secrets
They're all safe with me
Because if all the secrets I hold spilled out
It's the real me that they might see