In everyone there are demons, you carry your own,
a lack of condolence cannot be condoned,
no one can understand the true troubles you own.
Measuring yours against theirs is a fruitless task,
"what are yours compared to mine?" you ask,
but in the line of things that should be done, this is the last.
your skin is pale, your gender male, your family able to buy anything on sale,
you are not allowed to have problems, your life is the holy grail,
so why are the troubles you are facing, and the torments of your mind making you feel so frail?
You will never know adversity,
these are just first world problems, can't you see?
so why do they attack you mentally and make you feel so unbelievably lonely?
YOU ARE READING
The Kelp Manifesto
PoetryA real and frank monograph of poetry from a young man who feels lost, swaying at the bottom of the ocean of life, with the aim of giving faith to those in a similar position. Covering subjects such as, relationships, unemployment and engagement with...
