Beauty

Life can be tricky, with it's twists and turns.

leaving us with cuts, scrapes and burns.

 

Even though we may feel like we are drowning,

have you really ever seen us frowning?

 

I'm talking about us, the ones who walk on a tight rope each night,

And spend our days locked up, hiding while enveloped by fright.

 

You know who I'm talking about. The one's who get lost in a different world, one of pages.

Or the ones who scrawl in red ink on our bodies canvas, leaving stories to tell throughout the ages.

 

The ones who tip a glass to another day gone by.

or the ones whose smile is a lie.

 

The ones whose voices are lost in the echo of screams inside their head,

The ones who don't even wish to leave their bed.

 

I know we hear It everyday, to keep fighting through.

But how can we? we keep asking what to do.

 

Don't tell us to get over it as an answer to our life of misery.

As if the tidal wave of depression was something we could wrap up like some sort of injury.

 

We just need to know that they were wrong.

because if we don't know, how will you hear our heart's song?

 

The one of pain, that has less to do with cruelty

And more to do with beauty.

Reviews

[Henryglass]

Brandon, that's beautiful writing. It's an ode for all those lonely, sad, and misunderstood souls out there. You captured the pain of being an outcast with utter delicacy and linguistic precision. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.