One common thing among us all is that we never know what other people have to deal with. Someone who seems happy and gets a lot of experiences might seem like the happiest person in the world even if they're breaking inside. This is a small poem I wrote about someone who might deal with this.

Maybe He's Lucky

By: Chadwick Hall

Maybe he's lucky

Maybe he's lucky as all these people say

He's lucky because he adventures and travels the land with his own individuality

He's lucky because he gets the materials possessions he dreams of

He's lucky to get to do all the stuff he does at a young age.

He's lucky because at least he can have the courage to put himself out there where others might be scared

Yet...

He wishes people would notice that even though there's a smile on his face.

Inside, all he wants to do daily is say F it and floor it somewhere he knows he won't return

Somewhere he can't return

You see the person with many experiences.

You don't know the torment that comes between them

Yet…

He smiles

You see the boy with so many friends

You don't see that he crowds himself

He does this for…

he doesn't want to notice when

when they leave

Yet…

He smiles

You see him constantly out.

Meeting so many varieties of beautiful people

Damn, he must be living the life.

What you don't know is though he puts himself out there

He always feels he's not good enough…

They'll tell him he is though…

for the next girl or guy anyway

Yet tough,

He smiles

When he finally cries

You wonder why.

He should be thankful for all that he has.

What you don't see is he is.

He knows not everybody has the amenities he has

He wouldn't lose his life because everyone has their own struggles

He'd trade it all though

If it meant he didn't have to return home to people who make him feel guilty about the things he might enjoy

The people that leave his mind coy

So when he's wiped his face

Said he's ok so many times it's just barely believable…

He smiles once more