A Battle in the Mirror

I am kinder than most. Lots of people are kind, You are not special.

I am Positive.

yeah. Positively worthless.

I am optimistic.

Why? What’s good in your life?

I am supportive.

You can help everyone but yourself. Ironic.

I am compassionate.

Too bad no one wants you to love them

I am caring.

Nobody needs you to care about them.

I am helpful.

Not really. You just mess things up.

I am friendly.

Too friendly. No one wants you around.

I am different.

Is that supposed to be a good thing.

I am independent.

That’s the same thing as lonely right?

I am trying?

Why bother? Just give up.It’ll never be enough.

Me Vs. You

I look at you and I see everything.

A beginning, a middle;

something that I don’t want to end.

I look at you and I see a future;

that dreams and goals can be attained;

a life worth living.

I look at you and I see joy.

A heart that keeps on giving,

a smile that fills my soul with light.

I look at you and I see hope,

desire, ambition, friendship,

amongst other reasons to keep going.

I look at you you and I see a reason-

A reason to want to experience

everything wonderful life could offer.

I look at you and I see potential;

Maybe, just maybe, a dark world

could be filled with joys I can barely dream of now.

I look at you and I see a path

through the struggles and obstacles

that could lead me into redemption.

You look at me and you see me.

Nothing could ever break my heart more

than knowing I am not those things for you.

Busy, Downtown Street

I find myself standing

on a busy, downtown street.

As the crowd bustles on,

I can only shuffle my feet.

I feel so small

surrounded by the towers.

The everyday noise

my senses, it overpowers

I know I must do what I can

to make myself heard

even if I only have energy

for just one single word.

I take a deep breath

and gather my strength

to give it some volume

and meaningful length.

I scream it from

the top of my lungs,

loud enough to shake

nearby ladder rungs.

Only no one heard me

and my final cry’

for at the same exact moment

a large truck drove by.

I know it’s no ones fault,

the timing was poor;

but I have no ability

to try once more.

So I’m destined to be

yet another lost soul

Who’s cries for help

were mistaken for lull.

I find myself standing

on an busy downtown street.

As the crowd bustles on, ‘

I can only shuffle my feet.

Exhibit

The animal walks around it’s home

in view of everyone.

Everyone comes to gawk and stare.

They feel safe by the glass,

and are joyous as it moves about.

But when the animal gets too close

to the edge of it’s exhibit

everyone takes a step back,

They think the animal is dangerous.

But it’s not going to hurt them.

I’m not going to hurt them.

I can’t hurt them anymore.

But yet I am still an exhibit

Better not get too close.