Speak UP!

A Story by FaeryQueen

P.O.V

Speak UP!

When you're saying my name, say it with pride.

When it's me you're talking about, remember my legacy.

And when it's me you're trying to hurt, hurt me without remembering everything I've done.

Because all I ever do, is nothing.

I'm not being modest, I'm just being honest... I haven't done anything.

But I have suffered a great deal.

My balance is unstable, my eyes are crossed, my love is intoxicating, my grip is too strong.

My arms are not proportional, my stomach is too potato-y, my perspective is scattered, I talk in riddles, my meaning is lost within a comb-full of people who believe they are right.

But it is all these things, that make up who I am, and I couldn't be made any perfect.

Yes.

I am aware that no one is "Perfect", but I am me, The most perfect me, there has and will ever be, in this whole entire world.

So, yes, I do hurt when you're saying mean things to me, but I am grateful I am preserved in your thoughts.

So,

Speak up,

the next time you remember me

the next time you try and hurt me with your words

so sure that I won't be able to hear you

but I will

because you will speak louder

I will hear all you have to say

because I will ask of you to speak a little louder so that I can revel in your fondness in me

so I can thank you

for remembering me

don't ever think that what you say will hurt me

because it won't

because you will speak louder, and louder, and louder, until the whole of the world will hear you and make opinions about you as well

a human?

criticizing another human?

what kind of race is this?

where not even the same creed can have equal treatment with each other?

Sometimes, it hurts, what you say.

and sometimes, you need to know that it's not okay.

It's not okay, because we need to learn, and humans are the slowest of creatures to learn.

If someone told us to do something, we couldn't be able to stand the long amount of work it'll take out of our lives to accomplish what it is that is needing to be accomplished.

We think we do not have the time, but really, we have all the time in the world if we actually want to do what it is that needs to be done.

Time, yet again, I have confronted a standstill,

arguing with you is like shouting at a brick wall

no results are being outputted

so I'll need a bigger resistance,

but no matter how many people come together

time will always be

time

and even time

is something we cannot understand

we think we understand time

because time has already been illustrated for us in the form of: clocks, radios, computers, electronics (etc...)

but we don't know time

time

is an illusion

a hallucination that we already have medication for

so time, to us, seems

seamless

it's like

when you buy a knitted sweater

and there are a few strands loose, inside of the sweater

you don't see it, because you are only looking at the outside

the front of the sweater, the sides, and the back, you do not see the inside

but, on the inside there is a thread that is hanging loose

and you do not see it because it is on the inside, as time is, time, is hiding on the insides of our minds, a loose thread, imperfect,

that thread, hanging loose on the insides of your minds, is something you cannot see, because you are only looking on the outside,

you do not make it important enough, you just leave it at that,

you see something wrong, and you do not investigate, you just... leave it alone

in your mind, there is always something wrong with you

there is always something wrong

something

not right

and yet

everything is perfect to you

you're oblivious because you do not stand to learn the truth

you always sit before the intermission, and leave right after it, you are a short fuse, a bullet hole, with there has been no bullet, a confusion

a question you left unanswered

something missing

you do not appreciate anything you have

you do not see the life you live

you only look

you look and say, "I do not like this"

then you leave

you leave with humans that only think human thoughts, but you leave as a human with thoughts of creatures whose names I shall not say because they have not been discovered yet

you live

as if nothing wrong will ever happen

because in your world

nothing wrong

ever does

it is just you

living in it

you

and no one else

you

and you