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We all matter!
I feel peace,
but it’s only for a moment.
In the silence,
everything comes into focus.
All the doubts,
begin to pull me under.
You may look at me and say,
“what’s wrong with her,
I wonder?
She looks just fine.”
But there is so much more to people on the inside.
We face demons no video game could ever duplicate.
We fight battles that never have an end date.
We feel things some people can’t reciprocate.
We are more than just skin and bones.
Some of us would rather throw sticks and stones,
Instead of lending a helping hand.
But words have powers no enemy could ever understand,
so why do we use it against each other?
This world is so cruel we often dream of another,
and that’s just not right.
We have all had sleepless nights,
broken dreams and lost fights with ourselves.
And yet we continue to put each other up on shelves.
Like we’re property,
or a trophy to win.
In many cases we don’t make the cut,
because we’re told that we’re not good enough.
But who decided who is in and who is out?
What is all this judgment about?
We are all human beings,
and capable of amazing things.
Like love.
I’ve seen it.
I’ve felt it.
We all have,
in some shape or form.
Some of us,
find it when we’re born.
But some of us have to search for it.
We all yearn for it,
and yet again we pick and choose who is worthy of it.
It is sad really.
How people with sight cannot see things clearly.
I know the world isn’t simply black and white,
it is much more colorful than that.
It’s beautiful and painfully complex.
but it’s only for a moment.
In the silence,
everything comes into focus.
All the doubts,
begin to pull me under.
You may look at me and say,
“what’s wrong with her,
I wonder?
She looks just fine.”
But there is so much more to people on the inside.
We face demons no video game could ever duplicate.
We fight battles that never have an end date.
We feel things some people can’t reciprocate.
We are more than just skin and bones.
Some of us would rather throw sticks and stones,
Instead of lending a helping hand.
But words have powers no enemy could ever understand,
so why do we use it against each other?
This world is so cruel we often dream of another,
and that’s just not right.
We have all had sleepless nights,
broken dreams and lost fights with ourselves.
And yet we continue to put each other up on shelves.
Like we’re property,
or a trophy to win.
In many cases we don’t make the cut,
because we’re told that we’re not good enough.
But who decided who is in and who is out?
What is all this judgment about?
We are all human beings,
and capable of amazing things.
Like love.
I’ve seen it.
I’ve felt it.
We all have,
in some shape or form.
Some of us,
find it when we’re born.
But some of us have to search for it.
We all yearn for it,
and yet again we pick and choose who is worthy of it.
It is sad really.
How people with sight cannot see things clearly.
I know the world isn’t simply black and white,
it is much more colorful than that.
It’s beautiful and painfully complex.
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