This has nothing in relation with poetry, but something I just need to get out there. For myself and others.
Y'know what I hate the most? When people tell someone that their problems aren't valid, that there are bigger things to worry about, there are people out there that have horrible lives. No. Just no. People are different, everyone is unique. You can't just say that because there are people dealing with worse stuff out there, the things you deal with don't matter. It's wrong. And I just get so angry when people do that.
I realise that there are people out there with shittier lives and I do care about them even I don't know them and I want to help them, but I also want people who crumble under the pressure of school, of friends, of the future, to feel like their problems are real, that they are allowed to feel that way.
Some struggle under the weight of school, of tests, of keeping a social life as well as keeping grades up and remaining healthy. Do you know how hard that is for some? Like, it might be easier for others, but there are different people out there who react to different things.
Hell, I sometimes feel this way, that the things I have to deal with aren't valid. Sometimes I just feel that I'm not allowed to feel down. There are people out there that live with worse things, I know that. And I think about it all the time, which leads to me feeling like an even shittier person. It makes me think of myself like absolute crap because there are people out there who have it worse and I just- like why? Why?
And then it just makes me wonder, there are people out there who probably feel the exact same thing and if you're one of them, let me just tell you that you're valid. You're allowed to feel that way. Don't you dare think of yourself as a selfish being for having emotions.
I know that I'm not an expert in this at all, I'm probably in fact far from it, but still. Everyone is different. So please stop if you've ever made someone feel bad about their problems, it's not right.
I'm sorry for the rant, I just kinda needed to get this out there. It may not be how most people feel, but it's how I feel quite a lot whenever I decide to actually let myself think about these things. Sorry.
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