This is the hardest thing
Hopefully by the end of this poem
It shall be done.
Even for the most miserable of situations.
I was a scholarly thing when I was young.
I took some pride in my work.
I mostly did it for works sake.
When I got trophies as school
My mom put them on the piano.
One day, full of pain
I took all those trophies and threw them away.
I knew they hated me for it.
Because I understood things they couldn’t.
They spread terrible lies about my beliefs.
I don’t worship satan.
I won’t go to hell.
I’m no better than you.
I can see why my existence could be infuriating
For another young mind
Alike but so different.
So close in proximity.
So far in belief.
I learned so much about pain.
I learned so much about struggle.
I learned what acceptance means through lack of it.
Now I can forgive
My personal bully.
Because she put me through hell,
But I learned from it.
Now she’s a nurse and will help others.
A tough job for a tough woman.
I admire her strength.
I admire how accepted she is.
I wish her nothing but love.
Because at the end of the day,
My life is good.
And she is doing good work that needs to be done.