I could write a letter to every person I've seen myself in
I don't know their names, but I can recognize their pain
Dear girl who laughs at her own jokes,
you deserve a moment of happiness
in the midst of all the yelling back at home
Dear boy who only wears flannels and jeans,
your insecurity is a sweater that you refuse to take off
every scar on your thighs represents a person who was just too mean.
Dear girl who gets nervous simply from asking to borrow a pen,
I know you've been taught to be tolerant of snide remarks from boys your whole life through
here's the truth: you don't live to please big smiling men
Dear boy whose voice cracked in the sixth grade talent show and never sang again,
if someone ever tells you to shut up
you sing as loud as you can
Dear boy who learned that appreciation came through ribbons and medals,
all you wanted was a proud smile or a pat on the back
all you got was papers telling you your worth and empty class names to fill up your schedules
Dear girl who talks to everyone just fine until the clock strikes midnight,
you want somebody to understand your thoughts, yet you can't put them into words
so you write it all in a poem.
I don't know the sound of their voices, but I can recognize their silence.
How many breaths do we waste a day in exchange for polite conversation?
How many awkward moments have we sat through as we force ourselves through small talk?
How many times have the same bland responses repeated from our mouths like a broken cassette player?
"How's it going?"
"How are you?"
Don't worry about it
Remind me, how many times did you slap on a smile just so you could see it reflected on someone else's face?
People ask you how you are; you respond with how your day went.
People ask you how your day is; you reply with how your life has been.
"Fine, just fine. Thank you."
Listen to me,
I know you're tired.
Listen to me,
I know you're sad.
I know that the fetal position is natural for the human body.
I know that mirrors never lie, but sometimes you wish they would.
I know that happiness can fade as quickly as melted snow in the sun.
It's okay to melt sometimes, but you gotta remember
to recollect yourself in the sky
It's okay to break down, but you gotta remember
to build yourself back up.
Listen, you're still a work in progress.
Some projects are meant to be done over and over again.
It took 344 years to build the Leaning Tower of Pisa
It was not built to be crooked, but it is and that's okay
Sometimes it doesn't work out the way you want it to
Sometimes you just accept it
Sometimes things sink
Sometimes that's what makes it special
Listen, life will drag you down,
but you gotta find something to lean on and bring yourself back up
It doesn't matter whether the glass is half empty or half full
The glass is there no matter how you look at it
But if you never learn to set it down
you'll never learn to walk away from it.
Listen, I feel pain too
Hear me out, we all have our own reasons for being sad
Take note, pain is not a competition
It doesn't matter what position you come from
we've all curled up into the same ball
in the same womb of life that gives birth
to those are are born into this world knowing how to cry.
Listen, we are all human
Listen, what you feel is okay
Your emotions are real and yours and valid
Most importantly, listen
You are a work in progress
You get better little by little
Not all at once
If you listened the first time,
you would know this by now