Weakly Strong

To those who feel

different from

everyone else.

Whose emotions bubble up

in confusing masses

that don’t always

make sense.

Our hearts beat strong

but our voices are not.

The quiet ones.

The loud ones.

The hateful ones.

Those ill in body and mind.

The courageous ones who

stand up in fear

of all things unknown.

People we see

that go unnoticed

because we think

they are different.

These people whose minds

are turned against their souls,

and bodies that repeat

all of the motions

like a broken record

fizzing in,

and out.

We wake each day

like all of the rest.

Never seeing

all the people around

who feel so violently,

but can not explain

when they cry.

Who can not tell others

of all the years,

and lives,

and emotions,

pushing to break out

of our silent chests.

To the lost.

To the lonely.

To the ones who fight a war

no one else can see.

We wake,

and rise,

and fall asleep.

Each heart that beats

and connects with you

in a way that screams

we too are human.

Do not disregard

the ones you don’t like.

Please take a look

at these monsters

residing in you.

In me.

Look onto others.

Look at us all.

See that everyone

you know

is human.

We all experience

these horrible feelings.

The desire for violence

we all deny,

to lash out

and strike someone dead.

Yearning for love

and receiving affection

to return

ten-fold.

A pessimistic mind;

a body free

from fear

and all of the beasts

lurking inside.

Invisible beings

that bite,

and scratch,

and no one protects us

no matter how hard

they try.

Why can’t you see

all this torment

we endure?

Why won’t you turn around

and look at me?

Those are the monsters

we face.

Day in

and day out.

Don’t you feel guilty?

Just walking away

as we struggle

to live?

You should be ashamed.

If it’s me you don’t like

then go

and help them.

They blend in the crowd

out of sight,

out of mind.

Our talents all lay

in the masks

we create.

We are the lost,

the lonely,

the dead.

Goddamnit, just look

and tell me

you can not see

all of us screaming

as our demons devourer

what you lot left

of our shattered minds

and fragile hearts.

Look goddamnit!

And help us

before we drag you down,

too.