All My Soul

Here's to the Broken

Here's to the broken
The unloved
The ones who got pushed aside
The ones who were ignored
The kids with iron backbones
Who never let it show that neglect got to them
Who made it so you'd never suspect there was anything wrong

And here's to the broken
The silent screamers
The ones who minds were louder than anything outside
Their mental un wellness was far worse than any outward pain
The kids with the eyes that screamed for help
But they smiled like any other
And to you they seemed just fine

But here's to the broken
The outcasts
The ones who could never quite make it all the way into a group
The ones who stood on the edge looking in
The kids with the beautiful souls
But no one seemed to notice all they had to offer
And they acted so well that everyone thought that they were happy where they were
But they longed for belonging

So here's to the broken
All of us to some degree
Beautiful colours splashed on the wrong canvases
We are all outcasts in the arena of life
It doesn't matter
Live beautifully
Life gracefully
Anyone who doesn't like your colours isn't someone you need in your life
Hit oppression in the face
Damn the world
There will always be someone there
A steady guide in your life
You may not see them all the time
Don't worry too much
Just live your life
Just live beautifully
Just live well
Just live

               ~*~*~*~*~

The end got a bit sloppy. I don't care that much. It's meant to convey emotion and maybe some hope.

I wrote this for some kids that I know. They don't have the best home situation and I want them to know that they are loved. I want them to know that someday they will find belonging.

Hopefully you like this

*M