Everyone....

Everyone has different view of the real world,
But what about hers,
She wants to make it... but doesn't think she can,
With kind words and a loving heart she doesn't think she deserves this.

I know she has dreams,
She holds onto them tightly,
Scared and afraid to show them,
Scared someone will trample them.

She thinks she's a horrible person,
But most of us know she's not,
She seems to look down on herself,
But most of us try to pull her up.

She takes two steps forward,
And ten steps back,
She's afraid of what life holds for her,
So she runs and hides herself.

She waits till the crowd is gone,
To sit down and cry,
But most of us can see through her mask,
But most of us don't even try to help.

She always insist on saying sorry,
For things she's not done wrong,
She apologizes for lying and not telling everything,
When some people like to keep to themselves.

She keeps saying she's a horrible person,
When most of us know she's not,
But even though we try to convince her,
She just shakes her head.

Everyone has different views of the world,
But what about hers,
She wants to make it.... but doesn't think she can,
With kind words and a loving heart she doesn't think she deserves this.

But the ones privileged to know her,
Know she's more than that,
We see the inside instead of always looking on the out,
It seemed she never grew up... and she doesn't think she'll make it.

But what most of us can see is that she will,
We won't ever let her fall,
We'll catch her if she does,
Because that's what we're here for.

She has wings to fly but we can see there broken,
Maybe she got to close to the sun we'll never know,
But for now we're mending them,
So she can fly... fly to her dreams.

One day her wings will be whole,
She'll leave the nest with a fresh new start,
We'll always be here waiting on the lines for when she needs us the most,
We'll be here because as everyone knows we're here with kind words and whatever she needs.

Everyone has a different view of the world,
It doesn't mean your right,
It doesn't mean your wrong,
It just means you have to hold onto what you know.

This poem is by: Stray (Chelsey)
Dedicated to: Jenny