Your Voice

I find myself in and out of little bouts of pain. Empathy rather.
Where I hurt so bad for someone knowing there's really nothing I can do.
You can't help someone that won't help themselves, right?

And I am kind of hurt by the fact that we are not stronger and more willing to defend ourselves.
How easy it has become to hide behind a phone screen.
Let an entire world living behind glass in a sparkly case manhandle our lives.
I'm not even accusing, I'm guilty.

Something I feel is far overlooked is how much our people love us.
How much hurt we cause when we let people hurt us.
Every time we let, for lack of a better term, an asshole run or manipulate our life we agonize everyone that wants the best for us.

In my awkward round about way I guess what I'm getting at is that strength has been frowned upon and overlooked.
Standing up for yourself somehow became "bitchy".
Having standards deemed you a prude.
Being generous and big-hearted made you a push over.

And all of these qualities that you cultivated to create a beautiful version of yourself have been turned on you.
Doing your best got you used.
Then half-assing something that would never be appreciated made you "lazy".
And being young must mean you know nothing.
"You're not old enough to know what love or pain is."

But I want you to find your voice.
In this unfair bullshit little world I want you to scream.
Tell them how you feel, get what you want.

Put your middle finger as high as you need.
In the most cliche` way, be who you are.
Wear your hair ratted and wild with colorful words on your lips.
Take their shit with a thick skin.
You have one awesome life to live, there's no sense letting it get walked on.

Xoxo, Gussie