to the ones
that are heavy burdened and beaten down
by the cruelties of life and its wicked ways
you are more
than the scattered and broken pieces
left of life's destructive tools
used to pummel you down to nothingness

to the ones
that struggle to barely lift
the unbearable weight
of their parents and peers expectations
that grow and spread like flesh eating viruses
slowly but surely taking pieces of you away
you are more than your labels
more than your image  
but most importantly
you are more than the materialistic values
that you superficially hold

to the ones
that either hold fluttering butterflies or stinging bees
in their stomachs
you are more
than your raging teenage hormones

to the ones
that struggle to accept the skin that they live in
you are more
than the decaying shell
that we call our bodies
because the most beautiful people
are the ones who are quietly unaware of it

to the ones
that see life in billions of shades of grey
you are more
than the color in which you see life in
it might just take a lover
to rub the dust off your lens

to the ones
that feel as though they don't fit in
you are more
than the conformity you see around you
because progress wasn't made without diversity