Through my poem, I would like people to be hopeful and find positivity even in the most adverse situations like lockdown. We should open our hearts and minds embracing the reality and finding good in that!
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”
It’s really hard trying to understand what’s going on in a suicidal person’s mind. Their thoughts seem absurd to us that we often choose to neglect them thinking that it’s “just a phase” or “they’ll get over it” or “they’re just angry” or “they can’t be serious”, mind you this is the worst decision we’ve been making, instead let’s show them that they are significant, loved and cared for, let’s try to understand their point of views and stop criticism.. avoid using harsh words around them because for them these words are so loud that it causes chaos in their heads.
During this time when we are surrounded with so much negative news everywhere, I think it is more important than ever to see some positivity. Through my poem, I would like to be able to help people find a ray of optimism amidst the pandemic and see the little happiness that surrounds our everyday life.
“The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they make the best of everything”
Every day as youngsters we hear from our peers these clothes make me look so skinny, it’s better if you pose like this it makes you look slim. We say all this as if being a little chubby or fat is bad. Why can’t we normalize being fat? Bullying your friends for being fat doesn’t make you seem popular or cool. And this doesn’t end here; people are bullied for being skinny too. You may have been a victim or a villain. God has made us all with the same blood and flesh after all. Why not appreciate all forms of beauty?
I would like to talk about mental health. Nows let’s say that I have a rotten tomato in my hand . Nobody in their right mind would eat it because it would make you sick. But we eat rotten dirty thoughts almost everyday . And you know what happens when we eat these rotten dirty thoughts? We get sick!
What is the meaning of life? Why are we cursed to forever walk the empty hallways of life? Lights of hope flickering over head. The twisted warped hallways that pass as perfectly pristine, because that is what I show people. What we all show people. To society we are perfect. Robots, running the same routine. But why? Why is it that society judges us when we wear the mask that is society?
I used to feel like running away and daydream of leaving everything and everyone behind. Not forever, just as long as it took for me to feel better. To be okay again. I thought that if I went somewhere new and different, that I’d be different, and by different, I mean feeling like my old self again. I felt unsettled, discontent. Like I was being pulled towards something but I couldn’t see what that something was. And that “not knowing” caused me anxiety, stress, feelings of depression and sadness.
My name is Amberly Clark, I am 14, and I wanted to try my hand at poetry. I love to write articles and short stories, but nothing can portray a message so deeply as a poem. I wanted to talk about mental health. As teenagers, we often feel like we are drowning. Like no one understands, and I hope that with this poem people finally will.