back to the poem...

Are they just backround noise

Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat

When people say things like

'Kids can be cruel'

Every school was like a big top circus tent

And the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers,

From clowns to carnies

All of these miles were ahead of who we were

We were freaks

Lobster clawed boys to Bearded ladies

Oddities

Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle

Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal

But at night

While others slept

We walked a tightrope

It was practice, and Yeah, some of us fell

But I want to tell them

That all of this was shit

Is just debris

Leftover when we finally decided to smash all the things we thought

We used to be,

And if you can't see anything beuatiful about yourself,

GET A BETTER MIRROR

LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER

STARE A LITTLE LONGER

Because there is something inside that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit.

You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it

"THEY WERE WRONG!"
they have to be wrong..

Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique,

Maybe they picked you last for basketball or everything,Maybe you used ot bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell

But never told

Because how can you hold your ground if everyone wants to bury you beneath it

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE WRONG!

Why else would we still be here?

We are graduating member of the class we made it!

Not from the faded echoes crying out names will never hurt me...of course they did.

But our lives will alwaysonly continue to be a balancing act

That has less to do with pain,

and more to do with beauty.

Raven's(pov)

Wow. That made me shiver and cry almost. Almost. I blink and look at my fingernails. It's really to bad I'm not dealing with a bully, I'm dealing with a bitch, and a counselor is not going to help me with that.

"Did that help you in any way?" She says and smiles.

"Sure."

I hurry out of the office and walk down the hall to my locker. I just stood looking at it waiting for the bell to ring, thinking about that video.

The bell rings and a sea of students starts filing out of classrooms, then Beastboy is running up to me.

"What happened?"

"I was sent to the prinicipal's office for pulling her hair and calling her a bitch, then the principal says I have self-esteem issues and sends me to the counselors office where I am seated and forced to watch a seven minute video."

"Wow."

"I know. By the way you hair is sorta showing." He tugs it back in his hoodie and says goodbye.

Next I have Home ech, with Beastboy again since I missed third period. Whatever.

~~~Author's note:~~~

Sorry I kind of got all into that poem, and yes it is a real poem but it's not made by me, it belongs to shane koyczan I own no part of it. REVIEW PLEASE!