Point Of View

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So this is a poem I uploaded to Albion College's Charles Crupi Memorial Poetry Contest from this year... Still hoping I did well... anyways... Enjoy.

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When a life is created, only the family really cares.

When a life is cut, only the family really mourns.

When something happens in your life,

You turn to friends and family for their advice.

When something bad happens in your life,

No one else in the world even knows.

We, as good humans, try to do kind things for others.

We, as bad humans, also sometimes destroy things.

There is a thin line between good and bad.

And there is another thin line between all the things we do.

You see, we all make mistakes.

We sometimes don't see the difference,

From the good nor the bad.

We don't often see the actions of others.

We don't often see the world for how it truly is.

We try to understand,

From their point of view...

But maybe,

Maybe we weren't meant to understand.

Cause maybe we shouldn't know,

About whether that girl is going through a break-up,

Or if that boy just lost his father.

Maybe we weren't meant to see...

See the pain in their eyes,

Or their internal screams.

We only seem to know what others say,

And all other feelings just seem to slip away.

Every thought,

Every day.

Maybe we weren't meant to hear,

Those words that they so desperately want to share,

Yet they can't because they are afraid.

Afraid of the truth,

Afraid of their thoughts,

Afraid of their feelings.

So yes, Maybe we were not meant to understand,

Any human at all,

At least on their inner thought and feelings...

Because what they feel,

Is a mystery to us...

So the best we can do is try...

Try to see it from their point of view.

We may not know everything about that one guy,

Or that one girl sitting alone...

But we can at least try...

It's all about their point of view.



UPDATE!- I did not make 1st, 2nd, or even 3rd place. But this has inspired me to strive to be better... Not perfect because no one ever is, but I can improve!

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