Not What You Do

Nowhere to go and no friends to roam the streets

 

Hoping that someone will find out

Find out that you have been carrying a lie

That smile on your face everyday

Is not as it seems

You are not living your dreams

But instead creating streams

 

You were told it would always get better

 

And you believed

 

You took out the letter that crackled and cried

 

Cried because you missed them

 

Cried because you never tried

And cried because they died

They left you here

But you never gave up

You still had hope even though some people want you to let it go

They want you to feel as blue as a berry

 

Want you to feel all the weight you carry on your shoulders

 

As heavy as boulders

But that’s not what you do

You’re not one for giving up

Your realized something

As the wind whispered through the grass

This is a pass

Sadly some stories stop short

But not yours

 

Your strong

They wouldn’t want this

You’re family

 

You’re friends

Even your next door neighbor

Wouldn't want you to give up

You’ve come too far to turn back around

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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