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
