Momma said suffering was good for the soul
Anger is hard to control
"How can people be so mean
With size two shirts and skin tight jean?"
I ask this question to my father
He awkwardly adjusted his collar
"People are who they are
Tell your mother keys are in the car"
Neither of my parents seemed to care too much
But I couldn't let my attitude be such
I just couldn't understand
How someone could be so grand
That they looked upon others with disgust
Just looking at the outer crust
Because they see scars and fat
Because others were imperfect at that
"Grandma why do people hurt others
Because they have different wonders?"
I asked my dear old Ma one day
She smiled softly and looked away
"Do ask silly questions child
Go play out side the weather is mild."
My grandmother started to read
Leaving me to be free
I was confused and upset
Why didn't they see the worlds threat?
Why did they seem not to care?
Grown ups just were not fair
So I went to my Pop
Who was down in the shop
"Why do people cause others pain?
What do they have to gain?"
He sat me down
Told me not to frown
My first useful answer
Was not delivered in a happy manner
"My dear some like to see pain
Some are dealing with internal rain
We may never know why
The answers are as vast as the sky
And now that you know this
Your childhood will be missed
Welcome to adult hood
And know I'd send you back if I could
Things will never be the same
Innocence can not be regained
Now you get to protect the children
So adults empty words don't kill them"
And from that day everything changed
Through my eyes the world came deranged
And I longed for what was lost
The way I had carelessly tossed
And now the same question you've asked me
And it's your duty to keep
These hope killing secret words
These small important terms
And when your child is old enough
Their innocence you'll have to corrupt
For this is the way of life
The bitter disappointment that cuts like a knife
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Song: Secret for the mad by Dodie
I love this song which was shown to me by my friend skittenninja
I find it very inspiring and I hoped it might brighten your day
:)
Until next Time,
Livy
P.S I had to take this down and put it back up again because I'm so tired that I forgot to name the poem.
You know it's a rough Monday when...
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
