You think you know completely what pain is?

You think pain is something you receive……

From Cuts, Bruises, Scraps, Slaps, Punches, Stabs…..

Ha Ha, I laugh at what you think pain is

The fact that you look down to these people and say your better…. I think that is absurd

How about the girl who cries herself to sleep because she doesn’t have the money for clothes for the baby brother she is now in charge of?

How About the solider in Iraq listening to his iPod, in a zombie like state laying in a bed attempting to go to sleep but failing because he watched 3 of his comrades die from a suicide bomber that was about twelve?

How about the fat kid getting psychologically beaten every day at school because the “cool” kids fail to see that he isn’t a whale or a train or a bus, that he has feelings?

How about the dance girl who can’t meet her parent’s expectations… the center barre she could never get her hands to?

How about the lesbian girl who has given up on love because her heart is a four thousand piece puzzle of broken glass that her hands could never put back together?

You people think you know what true pain is…. Well here it is and if you leave this poem a little more enlightened to the situations going on around you, you might get to these people’s level and help them because obviously these people are more needy then you