Sticks and stones may break my
bones but words may never hurt me. But that isn’t always true is it? See the
very people that tell us about this rhyme has missed the very belittling part
of this all. See are bones are like sticks and our hearts are like
stone…nowadays anyways…See life forces us to give up and make a shell that is
impossible to break. Not letting people in and trying so very hard to not let
people out. But life isn’t worth living if we can’t change right? Well that is
a stereotype for we never can decide who we are for the very people that
surround us at school, at work, in life decide what we are. With fat, anorexic,
homo, and fag we are put into categories no longer being unique. We are being
synthesized into figments that walk this Earth with no purpose. But see what
made these jocks and popular become the dominate species for now we are no
longer human.
Since when
did life change into a battle of life or sanity? Not once ever did my mother
say to hide what life gives you, to hide your emotions, or to hide who you are
in the closet and keep it there, for she would have lied. See the closet is not
where you should be; in the dark, silent closet that seems to take away your
true self piece by piece. I know I wouldn’t. For I would never let it grab my
sanity and rip it away for I would never let it grab my self-esteem and rip it
to shreds, for I would never let it take my voice and lock it in a cage far,
far away into the back of the closet. Or would I?
Worlds
crumble, life falls apart, and once you realize it, the future of tomorrow
fades away and a new one arrives. It is not what we wanted nor intended. We
missed that door that went and now we are stuck with the one that came in its
place; a more vacant, decrepit land that no one would ever want to be. But we
wait too long to grab ahold of that door and pull it open into freedom. Because
we are too afraid to unlock our voices from that cage we call fear, to piece back
together the shreds of our self-esteem, and to snatch back our sanity to let
the world know we are here and to save us from something we are not. To take us
back to the good days when we could laugh and play and not care about the color
of our skin, the weight on the scales, the mental challenges we face, and if we
fit in or not. For now we are afraid of being the very things we wanted to
be…us.
