This is for you,
you young, disheartened youth.
The ones who walk through the halls of your schools, and your homes,
You don’t want to draw attention,
don’t want to make a scene,
don’t want anyone to notice,
You see it in their faces, hear it in their hushed laughter,
the whispers behind cupped hands.
They know, and they hurl venom filled words like daggers through your heart
and their fists bloody lips, but their contempt bruises souls,
They know. And you know, that your life will be hell.
As teachers turn a blind eye,
and principals shake their head and look away
You feel like giving up
Because the torture goes on
And who wouldn’t give up when the option is hell?
five years after highschool,
those tormenters, the ones with the Colgate smiles,
the shiny Barbie doll hair,
with Ken by her side.
The football player
who is worshiped by students and faculty alike
will be fat, and balding
and spend their time reliving their Glory Days
because now is their only time to shine.
you will learn how to hold your head high,
and spread your wings.
And five years after highschool
You will shine brighter than they ever dreamed of shining.
Because you are strong,
and you are a gift
and you will know this
because, believe me,
It does get better.
This is a rather pathetic attempt at poetry. This is in response to the many, many blogs and videos for the “It does Get Better campaign.