At the crossroads
Who knew it would be hard
She didn't know it would be this hard
People thought she didn't know anything
She was sweating, crying, heart beating
What was she going to do
The words hurt hard and stuck like glue
Others said to stand up
They didn't know how it felt
The scars would never heal
Their reactions would sting
Like a songbird that could not sing
She was stuck at the crossroads
Forced to make a decision
Forced by pressure
Yet they haven't understood
No one has,
She sat there at the crossroads, saw fire on all sides
She couldn't escape, she knew what they would do
Others did not
They were her peers
She knew what they would do no matter what she did
Empty cars drove by like the shells of her former self
She didn't care what they said, she gave up
They said not to, but they did not know
They had never known
She felt blank
Like all the trash had been cleansed off of her
She had given up
The tears left her face, like they always did
She sank into the cement, she couldn't handle it
She couldn't stand it anymore
There she was,
sinking,
at the crossroads
Anonymous
I love this poem because it shows you how just telling people to stand up, get over it is not enough. Some people need actual help, not just people telling them to get over it.
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