BeautifulA Poem by TrappedBecause ‘Today is a beautiful day’
This day,
Will be beautiful When the birds sing in happiness, Not fear. When hunger ends, Whether they choose to eat or not. When everyone is loved, No matter who they are. Than, Will this day Be beautiful. The sky, Will be beautiful When we stop having to breathe air, That is polluted. When the sky doesn’t have to seem so dull, Even in it’s brightest moments. When pale blue is always, The sky’s favorite color. Than, Will the sky, Be beautiful. The sight of my friends, Will be beautiful When I stop thinking that they will turn their backs on me, Like so many have done before. When they understand that, I can’t just “eat” or “be happy”. When they allow me to be myself, Without molding me into a clone. Than, Will the sight of my friends, Be beautiful. The sun, Will be beautiful When it stops aging, Towards it inevitable death. When it forgets the ability, To take the sight from the common folk. Than, Will the sun Be beautiful. I, Will be beautiful When I will stop starving myself, And not find food repulsive. When I can go a day, Without thinking of ending it sooner. When I can walk the halls, Without everything being cold and numb. When I can go home to proud parents, Instead of ones who judge my every movement. When I feel that safety is important, Because living is too. When I actually want to live, And still be afraid of dying. Than, Will I Be beautiful. The world, Will be beautiful When birds sing in happiness, Instead of fear. When everyone is loved, No matter who they are. When the sky doesn’t have to seem so dull, Even in it’s brightest moments. When they understand that, I can’t just “eat” or “be happy”. When we stops aging, Towards our inevitable death. Than, Will the world Be beautiful. I Will never be Beautiful. Only because I count the calories I consume, And hate myself when I get over 1,000. Only because I constantly want to jump off A bridge And into rush hour. Only because no matter how many blankets I pile, I am still cold; And no matter how many massages I get, I am still numb. Only because I never feel safe from judgement, From my own parents, and if they judge me, than everyone will. Only because safety is the last thing on my mind, When I don’t bother to breathe before I jump into the water for the last time. Only because I don’t want to live, But I’m too scared to die. But then again, The world will never be beautiful. The birds will never sing. People will continue to be hated and mistreated because of their looks and sexual orientation. The sky will always be empty. They never will understand. We will all die. This day is not beautiful. The sky is not beautiful. The sight of my friends is not beautiful. The sun is not beautiful. I am not beautiful. The world is not beautiful. Today Is Nowhere Near Beautiful. © 2019 TrappedAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTrappedNaperville, ILAboutI just write to escape the outside world and to erase my pain. I’ve been told my poems are “amazing” but all I see in them is my faults. more..Writing
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