Heyo ? heard this beat poem/song/poem thing and it really hit me. we all know you don't wanna read the entire song, but if you want a link to the actual video then follow me and I can send you a link and you can listen to the whole thing. To this day Project - Shane Koyczan I’m not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme, about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all, so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we’d be lonely forever, that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed. So broken heart strings bled the blues, as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing, don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there’s no way for it to metastasize... it does. (New section) we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way, to this day kids are still being called names... the classics were; hey (censored), hey (censored), seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year, and if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear do they make a sound? are they just the background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all of these were miles ahead of who we were... we were freaks, lobster claw boys and 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 the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope, it was practice and yeah some of us fell, but I want to tell them that all of this (censored) is just debris, leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be. And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror, Look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there’s something inside you 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” because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click... maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told.. because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it, you have to believe that they were wrong they have to be wrong why else would we still be here? we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog, because we see ourselves in them.. we stem from a root planted in the belief , that we are not what we were called, we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway. and if in some way we are.. don’t worry, we only got out to walk and get gas., We are graduating members from the class of (censored) off we made it. not the faded echoes of voices crying out, "names will never hurt me"... of course.. they did.. but our lives will only ever always continue to be, a balancing act, that has less to do with pain .. and more to do with beauty....