It was glorious.
How you came into this world.
How you showed everyone you love
How you smiled at everyone.
It was glorious.
How your smile was the brightest above anyone's.
How it shone through the darkest of days.
How it made your mother smile through her deepest sorrows.
It was glorious.
How you could make anyone smile with your beautiful smile.
Yet it was painful.
How when you looked in the mirror and saw your smile.
You saw the tears falling behind it.
You saw the frown truly laid behind that mask.
Yet it was glorious.
How you were so energetic.
How you were the fastest runner on the team.
How you were the one who would hit the home runs in the game.
It made your mother so proud.
Yet it was painful.
When your father came home to you practicing.
How he'd take the bat you were hitting the ball with and turn around on you.
How he'd beat you until you were barely conscious.
How you'd show up the next day. Unable to play.
Yet it was glorious.
How you kept that painful smile on your face.
It was painful.
How after you couldn't play. You sat in your room alone.
It was painful.
How you drowned your sorrows in food and books.
Yet you found it glorious.
That something so simple could hide so much pain.
But then it became painful.
When you gained the weight you tried so hard not to.
And the kids at school noticed you.
They called you names.
They made you cry.
You felt alone.
But it was glorious.
How you yet again kept that painful smile on your face at home.
How it warmed your mothers heart when she saw it.
Yet it was painful.
When you walked to your room.
And you noticed the bruise under your shirt.
And you saw the smile fade.
But you tried to hide the fading smile.
You drowned yourself into the glorious books you had found.
But it became painful.
As every word in that book became about you.
How the words the kids had said were in that book.
How they rung in your head.
It was painful.
Thinking how you thought.
It was painful.
When you lost so much weight.
When you stopped eating.
When your smile faded.
But it was glorious pain.
Because the kids would stop.
You walked into that school.
And it was painful.
They had a new name for you.
One that was far worse.
And you couldn't escape.
The things they told you.
They were painful.
And you believed them.
Which they found glorious.
You walked home early that day.
Your mother and father at work.
You found a glorious pain being alone.
And when you got to your home you collapsed.
And gave into that glorious pain.
The days followed.
They were painful.
Your mother couldn't bear knowing what had happened.
She gave into the pain.
And your father.
Knowing his last words to you. The pain never left him.
In the end.
After its all over.
It isn't glorious pain.
It ends with pain.
