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.