Try so hard. Never being enough. All the oppressive words of this world making me feel I am not worthy of love. I am worthy. But how could I be? The life I wanted is something I cannot see. To hear the harmful words of my peers, Is to rip my heart out and scream through the tears. Why would I even try anymore, If the world is as it currently is, not as it was before We all became the scared and tired creatures with no compassion for others. Even the disrespecting of our mothers. But this world can change through the burning The tearing, the recurring Nightmarish days that turn into trauma we must live every day Over and over again as if there is no other way. We must fight through the tears, cry through the years, and learn from our fears That make us who we are so we don’t want to disappear. We can change the ways of this world’s past And live every day as if it was our last Day to make everything better So we can realize that only God is our tether. So yes I am worthy Of love and life and the days that come too early That we want to slow down but life is too fast For us to rush and worry about our past. What’s done is done, no turning back From the choices you’ve made and the decisions you lack To make, so now you must accept the consequences For the choices you haven’t made and come to your senses And realize life is precious and isn’t a game So please oh please don’t treat it the same.