Its not good mentally
i was never good,
but too fail so much
it explains why i lack,
i keep it in
because i know how much words can hurt
knowing that
i know how much emotions hurt.
the words fine
and ok
good
and 'yeah.. just tired,'
can hide so much,
And why do i play this game,
it doesn't count as lieing
it is hiding,
not out of cowardice but out of
perspective.
How one is hurting from an arrow in their back
as another walks up too them and asks,
'Are you ok?'
because they care
because they realize everyone has pain.
but nobody realizes
that the person who asked,
'Are you ok?'
Has a multitude of arrows in their back
But it doesn't matter
for women and men,
we each have the same sized ladder to climb
but the people in between
that can see past the stereotypical remarks,
and bullying of all kinds
past their pain,
to make others laugh,
..and smile...
It doesn't matter,
who you are
why you do things
what you look like.
we all have pain
but some will keep it locked up
bottle it up in a jar
that will never break,
so they can mend the wandering
broken hearts of this world.
But sometimes they can be misunderstood,
because they smile in a world filled with frowns
but their only misunderstood,
Because of their untold words
that lye with the pain
and sadness
that lye's
in their mason jar, heart