Come in a little closer, closer…
I want to tell you something very important, something I think you should—no, something I think you need to hear.
Are you listening?
I just want to tell you that you’re not alone,
in feeling the way that you do.
You might be a weirdo for dozens of things,
but never for just being you.
I know, I know…
You’re rolling your eyes and sighing out loud,
ready to click of this site.
Letting that guard down is not quite your style,
and talking about it’s not right.
But I bet you’ve had doubt, I bet you’ve had fear,
I bet that you’ve questioned your thinking.
Walking that line between okay and not,
feeling your heavy heart sinking.
Days when you feel like the silence you hear,
from words that the others don’t say,
is a chasm to fill with assumptions and doubts
about how you have failed in some way.
It might help to know that you’re not by yourself,
and that someone else feels that way too,
But maybe they don’t know just what they should say,
as they’re not as open as you.
Most people won’t tell you about all the times,
they feel cheated or hurt or confused.
The might never speak of the ache that they feel
when their confident ego gets bruised.
It’s often believed being strong has to mean,
going alone on that ride.
But a stronger thing still is to make yourself fragile,
and speak of those things that you hide.
I bet there are times when you read through a post
and think, “I feel the same exact way.”
Relief in the knowledge that someone out there
expresses the words you can’t say.
I know this is true as I see it a lot,
in the comments I read here and there.
How someone knocks down any walls that they built
through the words that they’ve chosen to share.
They might feel a vulnerable itch as they write,
not knowing how things will turn out.
But even if one person kind of relates,
it’s enough to erase any doubt.
The person who gets it might not be the one,
that you talk with in person each day.
It might be a “stranger” from some other state,
that takes time to read things you say.
The distance won’t matter when matched against depth,
and authentic relationships form.
As shedding the layers of doubt that we wear,
reveals there is no baseline or norm.
My point is that often we feel like we’re weird,
and honestly, that’s probably true.
But it’s not for the reasons we probably think,
It’s never for being just you.
Now feel free to click off this site if you must,
I know that his poem’s kind of lame.
But sometimes you need a swift kick in the ass,
and this weirdo is eager and game.