To the person who's sexually attracted to children but has never acted upon that attraction: Thank you it's not always easy doing the right thing and I understand the stigmatization you face in a society where advocating killing you is socially encouraged for the forced productions in the privacy of your mind usually stemming from traumatic childhood abuse but don't let them stop you from getting help for the misery and frustration associated with constantly denying one's ****** urges for the sake of others.
Nobody is born an angel or a demon walking along we pick up horns or halos midstride often confusing one for the other often trading one for the other often naming one for the other until heavenly hellspawns attack with horned halos.
To the person who perpetuates the stigma against those people through edgy internet posts and comments like it's some sort of controversial sentiment that isolates those people until they crack usually just so you can virtue signal militancy so you can feel good about yourself through persecuting others: *******.
We are the same Except you changed your name Except you lie about your age We are the same Except you wear a different mask every day We are the same Except you are ashamed of what I embrace We look completely different Due to the way you hide your secrets We look completely different but we are the same
Too young to have an opinion Yet not too young to know the truth Too young to know their orientation Yet not too young to know its not a phase Too young to experience racism Yet not too young to have slurs tossed at your face like casual talk
Too young to understand global warming Yet not too young to negatively affected by pollution Too young to understand politics Yet not too young experience the effects of an incompetent president Too young to dress like that Yet not too young to be sent home because the boys are distracted by your shoulders
Too young to experience real pain Yet not too young to be six feet under because of it This poem was written by someone who knows what it feels like to be "too young" You're never too young to make a difference A change in this unvarying world might be just what it needs
This is the second poem I've ever written, so let me know if you like it.
I will never make a difference in the world And don’t you dare tell me that I am strong and capable It’s a lie I’ll never break out of my shell I’m not worth it and It’s not fair to say that I will do something remarkable with my life The chains of my insecurities Are powerful and I will break down In failure where my hopes Can be found All I want to be Is someone incredible The reflection I see When I look in the mirror: Nothing I am missing The confidence to truly live I’m starting to find That I will never grow It’s absurd to think I am a work in progress
If you want to know the difference a teacher can make Read this poem from bottom to top
There’s a thin line between hero and villain. Everyone’s a hero in their own story, But someone must be the villain. Both are born through trauma and grief, Yet one rises above While one brings others down. A gentle push from fate Spirals an innocent mind. Eventually a choice is made. The proverbial line is drawn. And teetering on that line Is the indifference of man, Waiting for their push.
Sixteen or sixty There's a difference Sixteen is finding & Creating yourself Natural beauty in itself Sixty is repository Of findings of yourself & Of external world Creator being product itself Beauty is how You maintained yourself