Their teeth are white like snow.
Their lips are red. The way they flow.
Their eyes are gorgeous. Oh how they glow.
Their bellies show beneath their tops.
Their shorts, they show a hell of a lot.
Their heels, their shoes, they put them on top.
They suck in every inch of air.
âTheyâre mean comments, How come you donât care?â
âEw. Not enough makeup!â âGo get some better hair!â
Itâs two in the morning and they canât get to bed.
They hear the screaming of the wind and those comments in their head,
And they know itâs wrong and it wonât fix a thing, but itâs better then going to bed and dreaming those nightmares again.
So it's one or maybe two. Weâll stop at ten or twenty-two.
But the reality is, words have consequences.
They got quieter, but thats okay. Maybe their laughter just walked away, but itâll be back another day. So what?! Theyâre a little quieter.
Their nights got longer, but thatâs okay. Theyâre tennagers just texting away. But what if theyâre not? Well they look just fine. Theyâre nights just get a little bit longer.
They got a bit bigger. Thatâs not okay. We canât be seen with them, just walk away. Donât say anything, look away. They got a bit bigger.
Their sleeves got longer but thatâs okay. Itâs the middle of winter and what can they say? The shorts are too short on their big fat legs. Their sleeves got a bit longer.
Theyâre gone for a month, or two, or three, but nobody notices that theyâre gone lately.
The text's mean nothing in a time of hurt or rage, but it still meant something. It hurt there hearts, they felt the pain.
Why does it matter that itâs not face to face? Were the words digitized? Is there no definition connected to what they say?
They wanted help but got drama. Wanted friends but got foe. Why hurt instead of heal? Why do they shove them? Do they not feel?
And slowly they disappear.
But the reality is, words have no consequences.
So they grapple with hope and they grapple with faith.
They gets skinner. That means pretty so now their friends stay. Now theyâre the yellers, the rumor spreader, burying the self hate that stays.
Because today's reality is, words donât really have any consequences.
The scars on their wrists? Cat scratches.
The bones at the hips? A new trend.
The botox and implants? Mere enhancements.
Because 20, 30 years ago, those words, those people, never got any consequences.
Their teeth were once white like snow.
Their lips were red. The way they used to flow.
Their eyes were once gorgeous. Oh how they once glowed.
âAre you okay?â âOh yes! Iâm very happy!â
Because nobody cares or wants to talk about what âisnâtâ there or what canât be seen, and in the end, there are no consequences. Right?
This is a poem I made for English class a few months ago. I wrote this poem fairly quickly and, if Iâm 100% honest, I wrote this poem during lunch on Tuesday in only 10-15 minutes. This is because, and a lot of people know this because it is basically all I talk about, but Iâve been through a few things in life I would have rathered I didnât. I have major ADHD issues which started when I was diagnosed with at 8. I have BPD, OCD, a Generalized severe anxiety disorder, major impulse control issues, anger issues, abandonment issues, the list goes on. Iâm not looking for pity or sympathy. Although this isnât true for all the 7.53 billion people on earth, the reality is, not many people care. Or theyâre to busy to care, you've heard the excuses. Many people don't truly care, not until itâs them. I live in a first world country, in a safe home with a loving, accepting family, and go to school with amazing friends and teachers. I do not have to worry about stepping on a landmine or getting shot or being kidnapped or assaulted on my way to school and home. I do have to worry about my mental health, my school work, relationships, eating habits, weight, looks, daily habits, social position, etc. My belief is this. When you take away war, destruction, political disaster, sever 3rd world country type poverty, and you just leave society; In a first world country, you are left with mental health, bullying problems, racism, political debates, fake news, drama about stuff that does not matter, at all, despite how it affects people. The biggest problem in Canada is that we donât want to deal with any of it. âYour kid has mental health issues and wants to die? Doesnât know how to socialize? Canât read or write? Your kid is not my kid, sorry. Do your grandparents have dementia? Schizophrenia? Alzheimer's? Sorry, not my problem. You're broke? Poor? Have a family? Dog? Used to fight for our country? Well, you shouldâve fixed yourself when you got back. Itâs not my fault your poor.â This is a common occurrence. Nowadays no one will say you have to be perfect but you still do. Nowadays we have pink shirt day but the rule âsnitches get stitchesâ runs the large majority of school systems because GOD forbid you stand up for whatâs right if it deems you âuncoolâ. This is despite the fact that it is proven that over time the bullying, stress to be perfect, keeping up with family issues and bills mentally affects the person, and yet, nobody cares until itâs them. We just say we do because nobody wants the label of being uncaring or selfish or just outright mean sometimes, because GOD forbid youâre not perfect or loved by all or have 1000+ followers on Instagram; the basis of which is to literally judge people by their photos, and then decide whether or not you like them enough to follow them. There are so many rules in first world society, so many guidelines and social laws, but nobody wants to talk about them. âConsequencesâ is about just that. It mentions an eating disorder, insomnia, self-harm, bullying, social media, avoidance, faith struggles etc. Then it ends with the fact that we talk about how horrible it is to call someone fat or ugly or to tell someone to kill themselves, but more often than not, nothing happens or nobody does anything. My question to society is: when did we get so judgmentally that we do things to judge whole groups.? Example: we as a society have turned the word âEmoâ into a negative thing, or an insult. Emo means emotional or overly emotional. We as a society now judge people for being or having too many emotions. Why? That is not the only example, but I hope âConsequencesâ challenges that thinking. Repost this so that those who need support can access it. Or maybe send it to someone directly to show your support. I want everyone of the 7.53 billion people out there that either have serious, mild or little to no mental health issues, as well as those just going through a rough patch or bad day, to know that even if 7.53 billion people donât care, I do.
