Why don’t you just pay a-fucking-ttention,
here’s my words that I’m screamin’
why don’t you give a-fucking damn?
Why’m I pissed?
Why’m I fruster-fucking-ated?
Live my life, walk in my shoes.
Tell me, can you feel the rocks?
The ice, the glass, the grass,
through the soles of my shoes.
Your sole in my sole,
can you feel my soul?
I can see you standing there
in a circle of fire – why’re you a liar?
Don’t deny it – I can see it,
You’re just smoke and ashes.
Like everyone else.
Just like every-fucking-one else.
Watch your words,
mind your tone.
Fuck you, I’m going home.
What home you say?
Cause you been there,
you know how flame licks out,
ignites everything it touches.
You could burn a town to the ground,
you could set the world on fire,
burn it down tree by tree.
So, why’m I so angry?
You’re standing there in my shoes,
red flames racing up the laces,
remains catching in a gray wind.
Don’t blame me for these flames.
White hot mist is what you’ll become,
if you keep wearing those shoes.
Take them off.
Please take them off.
Everybody has a story. Something good, something bad. That one thing, or many things, that made them who they are. As human beings it is so very easy to forget that we are not alone. It’s easy to feel like we’re stuck fighting battles alone. When you’re alone in the shower feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, it’s easy to forget that there is someone else out there, crying their eyes out in the shower too. We put on our brave faces for the world and we go out there and we tell them that we’re okay and we’re fine and really, we aren’t. We are broken and damaged and hurt and scared and lots of other ugly things that we can’t ever imagine sharing with the rest of the world. And then we feel alone because we’ve created this elephant – society has created this massive elephant – where you aren’t allowed to feel anything other than happiness. You’re supposed to be happy and carefree and smart and perfect 100% of the time and that’s complete and utter bullshit. We are people and we have feelings! It’s okay to have feelings. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be angry. It is okay to be human. But we forget that. We have stories, bad and good, all of us do. We’re human beings. And we are not alone.
You, beautiful person, are not alone.