Stigma

You hear that? Nothing. That is what is heard everyday by ears Which should hear the crys of fear From the engines of our hearts running out of gas, Straining under the pressure of normality Which one day just stop. They are one outstretched hand away from refuelling But their problems are seen as annoyances And they are just left to fade And bring all their problems to the grave. We let this happen. Yet we constantly question what we refuse to comprehend Until it has come to an end. And then the questions are narrowed to one “How did this happen?” You were blinded by pride to the warning signs, And your ignorance told you it is just a phase, That’s just how kids act or that kids can be cruel A kid who sits alone in a dark room which is a reflection of themself, because who wants to see the reflection of something we are told every day is worthless is ugly is a waste of skin who’s existence is a sin. That’s not just a phase. A kid who tallies their failures on their wrist, a permanent reminder of a temporary thing, Which will never be forgotten by those who hate Until they are forgotten. They become another cross on a wall, Another weeks news Which is then followed by sports. That is not how kids should act. A kid who’s beat up every day Because they like different music, or styles or they’re gay Who mends a broken heart With a bandage or bruises Held together by tears. All because of kids who society accepts as norm They are square blocks that fit into square holes And then they hate me because I want to be a circle. But it is all disregarded because Kids can be cruel Kids can be cruel? Kids are cruel And sometimes they deserve a slap in the face So they are put in their place With a hand or reality, Both work fine, As long as they realise in time That you do onto others as you want done onto you You can stop and think and walk in others shoes And realise the love of your mothers warm embrace, And know that the only embrace some people get Is when they protect their mother from the bottles their father throws Because sometimes that is just how is goes. What you take for granted they take for gold. So don’t disregard a cry for help Because sometimes it disguises itself as something else. And when it’s all too late, you’ll ask yourself How did this happen?