Do Not Tell Me
Do not tell me our world is just fine
that our youth is not broken
and the system is the token.
Do not tell me all it takes to fix a broken heart
is something simple as a plastered smile
that road is longer than eight miles.
Do not tell me the broken self image a girl sees
can be fixed with hospitalization
it’s just a sick categorization.
Do not tell me the scars sustained from words like daggers
can be closed with the stitches of therapy
and the glue of antidepressants as far as the eye can see.
Do not tell me the tsunami of addiction
can be warded off by a garden fence of twelve
or ridden on a surfboard of more xanax to delve.
Do not tell me it’s normal, something we’ve all been through
because everyone has their own fight
their own struggle and plight
So don’t tell me all of this.
Just acknowledge and smile,
understand me and crouch down
pick me up off the cold tile.
Embrace all these people,
these souls that are broken
gather up all the shards
and don’t let go - that is the token.
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