Sometimes, I think I'm a little too fragile
For this great big world, full of
People with metal as skin and wires as hair
And they strangle me with soft
Whispers and words that are supposed to be 'funny'
But then I can't find the humor
And I can't see the reason
For the creation of this malignant tumor
That does not go away after a treatment.
My skin bruises too easily
To be deemed suitable for this life
And I don't know how to toughen up softly
And sometimes, I honestly feel like a wreck
That cannot be handled because
I lack the chain mail that decorates the room
With stories of conquests and jokes and fun and embarrassment with cause
But some days, I throw my hands up
Because screw insensitive people,
Screw brash words and violent teasing
And jokes that maim and cripple;
I'd rather be soft for this hard world
And I'd rather know what it's like to sink
Under the weight of a sleepless night
And understand the implications of a wink
Sorely meant. I'd rather be able to relate
Than have a wall erected around me so high,
I can't feel for anything but the skies
And the cold laughter of life.
And the fact is that I just do not possess
The alarming alacrity that people have
To bounce, to recover, to inspire
Because sometimes, I feel like there's nothing left
But my fragility and that's okay. I want the scars
To show that I am not above any,
I am not above anything
And I am nowhere near perfect candy
And so be it. I don't need to be tough
Enough for this world because staying soft
Is all I can do to breathe and sift
Through the sands of pain and I will scoff
At the thought of me becoming immune
Because what did that YA novel say?
'Pain demands to be felt'
And so I shall feel it all today
And write millions of lengthy poems
Whining about this inevitable situation
Because I can and I must
Not succumb to the desire to move in synchronization
With this world.
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Poems for the Sad and Weary
PuisiThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...