Sometimes it seems like everyone's against me,
They aren't seeing the beauty or value in life,
So they attack,
The fight is what makes me write,
Reactions push me forward.
Their piercing words seem constant,
Echoing in my head,
Sometimes I think there is a reason why I listen,
It pushes me ahead to go against it.
Their words are disturbing,
Are they sinister, or is it just ignorance,
Numbness to the core of the soul?
Either way it starts a burning fire,
And I want it to turn another way into only a
beautiful glow.
Sometimes the fight pushes me down and tears at me,
But then I want to come back,
And deal with it ten times harder.
©2004 Molly Nicole
By Herself
She sits alone at school,
Day after day,
She's tired of sadness,
She's tired of crying,
Loneliness, and dreams of what could be.
Tired of dreams of the future.
Is she tired of hope?
No, never be tired of hope,
-Of the smiles of those that someday will not be deprived.
No, never give up fighting.
If hope is gone,
This world is gone.
Stay strong.
©2000,2004 Molly Nicole
Empathy
I believe empathy is what can change the world,
'Cause we will think of their feelings as if they were our own,
Not just a picture, or a face, or another dieing,
We would have in a small way felt a part of their life,
It might bring a tear of sorrow or pain,
But will lead to a tear of gratefulness,
In someone else.
©2004 Molly Nicole
Numb
It often seems that in order to deal with heartbreak,
And with pain,
People want to stop feeling,
Stop loving,
They want to become numb,
But if we stop feeling,
Everybody that is waiting for something will die.
©2004 Molly Nicole