How Can You Have Compassion in a World full of assassins?
How can you have compassion in a world full of assassins?
People will stick you quicker the molasses.
Yet you still care for their existence even though they do more speaking then they can listen.
And what about all the girls without self esteem people make fun of them and all their big dreams
But when they grow to something of a queen you will bow down for everything said that was mean.
I keep moving forward because of all the pretty girls getting called the “whore” word.
All the girls struggling just to get heard.
All the girls who turned into a drunk instead of a nerd.
You can’t cut me down because I’m on a pedal stool so far up from the ground,
This power I have found
to take all your stupid jokes and turn them around
so one day you will see how much this means to me
to be something better then you have ever seen.
As a heart I learn to co exist trying to save the girls with cuts upon their wrist,
over emotional and so quickly to resist.
I fight with my tears instead of my fist.
But these are things I will not change
and I will be victorious because this is not a game.
I am not a pawn and you are not a player
So please step off and stop being a hater.