From your first breath you were given a chance,

A chance that brought many tears of joy from your mother
And from your father.

You were a bundle of hope that they could cuddle and love!

The ones who gave you life didn’t know how much you would struggle

In the following years.

 

Growing up wasn’t the easiest thing,

You were taunted by your fellow peers,

Those tears haunted you for years.

It got to the point where you never wanted to leave your home.

You have lost all hope for your future.

Each day, you have to hold back many tears,

You must remain calm,

You cannot yell and scream at those who treat you horribly,

You must remain sane.

 

The days are growing longer,

The nights are getting colder,
Each night you return to your bed, 

Hoping it will all end.

You try to bend your mind to find

The good things in life,
None come to mind.

Losing hope was easier than gaining it.

Considering giving up seems like the only choice these days.

You plan to give in to the thoughts and the taunts of those around you.

 

Then I ponder,

Why was I the one to have to suffer from all the bluffer of others?

Was it so I can get stronger?

What was given when those peers picked on me, joy?

I guess we will never know. 

I am not the type to confront others, 

Instead I choose to sit in the corner of my room,

Getting absorbed by the darkness surrounding me.

 

What was given to me? Was it a chance to learn from the mistakes of others?

Everything that I have been through has taught me to protect those

Whom are viewed as “weak”

No one is weak in my eyes. They just do not has as much strength as others

Yet.

 

I used to wonder each night, why was I one to have to struggle.

Now I think that it was for the best.

So, what was given to me?

Experience.