Some days,
Caterpillars will feel ugly
They will see their cousins
And view the wings
Painted like a spectrum

Just like the story
Of the ugly duckling
Who felt he wasn't good enough
Who felt he didn't belong
But turned out to be
This magnificent thing
Who stunned not only others
But himself

Adults will never admit
To having been told
To just "**** yourself"
They will never admit
To having said that
To someone else

When you were a child,
You were told you were a mistake
But sweetheart,
How can something that
Breathes life and creates beauty
Be a ******* mistake?

How can something that
Has its own opinions
Its own morals and loves
How can that be a mistake?

Look your mother in the eye
And tell her the words
She never heard growing up
"I love you
It's okay
You did okay
You are okay"

If you **** yourself,
Then how will you know
The way you will look
On your wedding day?

You will never be able
To see yourself in your gown
Or in your suit
Happy and thriving and loved

How will you be able to
See yourself grow old and grey
With your true love next to you
Or, even alone,
But surrounded by true friends

You tell yourself
That you are different
For being that one friend
Who hasn't gotten married
Or had kids
Or any of that stuff adults do

Some people are just
Not made to love
And that is okay!
You will still be loved,
Regardless

If you die tonight,
Then how will you see the morning?
Put down the ticking time bomb
Of your ultimate demise
And read this over
And over and over and over and over
Until sunrise peaks
Behind the silver clouds
And be proud
That you lasted another night
That you did not fall
Into their traps

Step outside
Let the wind
Chill you to your bones
Feel something
Other then numbness
Scream if you have to
No one is awake
Just breathe
And live