PainA Poem by Ivy thomasHow we view pain
What if little kids ask me, what's that on your arm.
Damn how would I respond. Because people keep picking up guns and cockin them. Then theirs pills on the table and were poppin them. Just to get rid of all that stuff in our head. We're going crazy because were tired of the s**t that's been done to us. They see our arms all scared from the pain that we made. Hoping that one day that all this s**t and debre would go away. But who said that's how it's done. That's how you get rid of the pain Nobody. We made it up in our heads. Thinking that if they caused me pain. I have to cause myself pain. But no it's not true. You need to learn to love yourself. To know your worth something. You're more than the names you got called. I know you are. So hold you're head up high. Blink away those tears. Stand above the crowd. Be who you want to be, not who someone else wants you to be. Life's to short to be going around depressed. And stop selling yourself to people, who you know aren't worth your time. Your better then all of this s**t. Don't paint on your smile. Don't laugh a fake laugh. Because I know you can do so much better then that. -Ivy Thomas © 2017 Ivy thomasAuthor's Note
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