Do These Poems Make Me A #relatableteen?

Dominating Word Gladiators

I am not the person who typically enjoys competitions.

But here we are all gladiators fighting in an arena for who's words matter the most.

Exept nobody watches or cares who wins.

There is no winner.

We're all just fighting for the sheer validity it will give our pain.

But pain is not something you can compare.

Its not something you can take away from somebody.

It's not not some gift you should be jelous of enough to the point of taking.

But we still fight.

Hoping that the punches we throw at our apponents will make them numb.

So that when they enter the arena again they too know that the pain youre feeling  is greater than theirs.

But it doesnt work.

It never will.

We are all to proud to denounce our struggles.

To say 'hey youre right i shouldnt be comlaining you have it much worse'

Its odd because we tend to enter the  arena with the people who have the pain most similar to ourselves.

And it tends to get the dirtiest when its like that.

But we arent the type of people to complain when we get stains on our shirts or our shoes scuffed.

We are the type of people to say we are okay while choking out tears of sadness.

And then enjoying their eyes on us as we sulk.

It doesnt make us bad people.

It just makes us have more messed up things to add to our list of reasons we arent okay.

And we like how our fellow gladiators face looks up in surprise when we hit them with it like

'yeah I'm just that fucked up, arent you?'

And i'm sure they enjoy our face of surprise when they reply,

'Yes'

And then begin to list more reasons why infact they are.

When you're in that arena you dont get tired.

You're on a high.

But all highs are temporary.

Because when you leave that arena.

It all dawns on you.

How ridiculous the fight was.

How shameful.

But then a part of you also wonders

what different things you could've said.

What messed up things you've done to yourself you couldnt remember in the heat of the moment.

That they couldnt begin to understand.

And then you rememer you can have a fight with them some other time.

Because it never ends.

Because,
There are no winners.