It’s a sad torment to know you will never be someone’s prority
I am always an option
Never the choice
I choose to take care of others
Yet no man has ever nurtured my wants or needs
I do not mean money or material things
Consistency are the keys
If that is something you cannot give
Then I will have to go back to where it begins
Where I should have been
One of the worst things is being sucked into a volcano
What’s worse is being in your own
The lava burns through your veins as it’s patience wanes
Ready to burst through every pore of your mountain esque skin
So it waits
Till it reaches a boiling point of no return
Rocks spew out
Hitting everything in their path
An outpouring of fire
melting all that it covers
It doesn’t mean to cause destruction
Yet it does not know any better
You call it mean
But this is the nature of it’s being
You tried to warn the others
Trying to help them move to safety with your subtle cues
Nevertheless some just ignore them because they don’t understand it as well as you do
Retreating to shelter
But it’s force is too strong
It pulls you back in
No matter how strong you think you are
It starts to consume you
As you cry out in agony
It’s tyranny makes you feel like you have no purpose
You’re worthless in it’s ruthless eyes
Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss
Realize you do have the power to overcome this
If you can look beyond the ashes and the depths of despair
Can you see the majestic bliss of what you call a nightmare?
What happened to the days where life was not lived behind a screen?
Too busy looking at social media to stop and enjoy the scenery.
Now this generation bullies by way of tweeting, commenting, and posting obscenities
As that child cries at night wondering, “Why are you so mean?”
While another kid ponders if they should end their life at the age of fifteen.
So unfair of what the internet can do, like letting another adult easily criticize and judge you.
Where are the words of encouragement and love to help us through?
Why must we compare ourselves to those who have not lived in our shoes?
Their lives; so seemingly happy without an ounce of residue.
Such beauty that exudes envy across many who wish they could look like that too.
But what thousands do not understand is what may be seen in front of you is not always the truest of views.
If only we knew the imperfections behind the pictures of what these people drew.
Yet we seek validation from those same persons, hoping to prove that we are of value.
And this is what our children see throughout the years leading up to their adult debut.
Why do I need acknowledgement from you?
Our worth cannot be based on those who have no clue.
Even if you do not get the reaction you pursued, more than likely, it still got looked into.
It is easy for us to be misunderstood, when our words can get twisted more than they should.
Than our true intentions are hindered because what we say is made into a falsehood.
Making us out to be no good.