Kids are mean... But, we already know it, aren't we?
They judge, everything, everyone, all they see.
They give names, secret names.
Everybody has a secret name in the mouth of a stranger.
Sometimes, they're sweet, kind, maybe a proof of love.
But the rest of the time, they hurt, they smell like shit...
When an overweight person's called "fat".
When a very thin person's called "anorexic".
When the little one is puched down by the taller one.
When the people you think are your friends treat you like you were nothing.
We cry...
And, finally, you find the right one...
A person that love you unconditionally, and...
You love him... her...
But it's not the same love.
Because when it's been a long time since anybody gives you a single aunce of love, you take it and fall... in love...
You want that person to be there forever.
To stay with you like nobody wanted to.
But it will not happen.
You need to understand.
People are temporary.
The meanest ones will go and realize what they were doing.
The better ones will go too and live their life, with, or without you.
Don't count on people.
Don't expect them to give you all their love, because they probably won't.
But I'll be there...
Because I was the fat, the anorexic, the little, the stupid, the bitch, and I cried...
And I know what it feels to be alone...
I understand.
I'm here.
Come here.
YOU ARE READING
Fragment de pensée.
PoetryHello! Here, You'll find some little thoughts, sometimes they are simple, sometimes they are more complexe, sometimes in english, sometimes in french, often they are dark but never black. If you find this interresting, I invite you in my universe. B...
