There Will Always Be Someone

Don't give up when things are bad because you will miss out on the good things. Fight to see the good after the bad, don't give up forever.

She stands in the mirror staring at herself,

The mirror, the bed, and her lined up in a syzygy,

She has to choose whether to go or stay,

Whether to pick clothes off the shelf,

Or to lay down, stay in the siege,

The siege that keeps her inhibitions at bay.

This siege lives in her mind, keeps her from living her life,

Society created it’s design, cutting her off with a large knife,

You tell her to experience the world, but how can she?

When you torture with your remarks and leave her the scars,

The scars of the unholy holy.

Unholy by your standards, holy by the struggle of the light against dark.

And how did you do it? Simple. It comes in the easiest of ways,

A remark, a shove, a disclusion, a stressor, an invitation to play,

To play the game of hatred, the spawn of insecurity, held by popularity,

And so ordained by society to be ingrained with high levels of clarity.

In other words, it will stay like this,

And forever will the idea of insecure hatred not be amiss.

He stares out the window looking at the girl in a faraway place,

The bed ready to catch him if he slips into the dream world,

And dream of the pure happiness and joy as we see on his sleeping face,

The dream and joy of a boy in love with a beautiful girl,

But instead he wishes to climb out the window to her,

But he’s caged, jailed, and of this he was the constructor.

He built himself a cage to escape society as a whole,

Forced to watch life from beyond bars, beyond his control,

But he is anchored because of a laughing, beautiful girl he sees,

A girl that he loves even though he sees the scars beneath her sleeves,

The scars of the unholy holy.

Unholy by your standards, holy by the jailed boy who loved her wholly.

And why does he? Simple. He admires her strength.

The strength to survive such pain and not be a wreck,

Hiding her pain away, fighting hatred with a brave front,

But even the strong need someone to help take the pain’s brunt,

In other words, it will stay like this,

Until he climbs through the window to see the girl he wants to be his.

No matter what, there is always someone watching over you, caring for you,

No matter what, there is always someone you care about, that you watch too,

So don’t give up, keep going. Trust me. You will leave someone missing you

and you will someone no matter what,

So don’t decide to run after you cut,

And you’ll find what you sought,

Someone you care for and someone who cares for you that will drive you nuts,

And you’ll love them and be loved beyond what you know,

And soon your scars will be your past and you need not worry about them,

For, don’t you know, they won’t be show, they will make you glow,

When comes your time and you’ll be in heaven, an angel from collar to hem.

Reviews

[Joseph Tafoya]

this is brilliant work its like written from an experience and is a good piece of work. keep writing.

[Abhishek Ram]

Thank you!

[AaronFreitas]

Nice work buddy... love your thoughts and the way your poured your heart into this write :) Awesome work :)

[Abhishek Ram]

Thanks man!