A Childs Sorrow Poem by Austin Aubuchon

This world,
Leaves us behind
I don’t mean physically,
But emotionally,
And there is nothing we can do
Those who have polar opposite emotions,
Those who have no control
People think we do,
And maybe we do,
But I am not sure we are even here.
Maybe this world has left us behind on purpose,
And we have nothing to stand for.
This is something I can’t stand for.
Hell,
When did I stand?
You would think that family would understand,
They do
Just for a bit…
“Could I get a little more time?
Could you stop the anger that is directed at me?
Can I be free of my emotions?
Why did this happen to me? ”
All of these questions
All of these prayers went unanswered.
All I have is my emotions
It was stupid to think that I could escape my fight
I have no one to help
Because of how far I
I have fallen,
And as I stand here,
I realize,
That I am not alone
So for all of those who have felt this way,
For all of those people who have thought that life,
Was not meant for them
Please stand up.
Even if you don’t know who is reading this,
Please stand up.
This shows that we’re not alone
I would ask you to look at the world with realistic eyes.
This world is selfish
Selfish with everything,
Whether it is physical,
Mental,
Or emotional…
But those of us,
Who are polar opposites,
We can’t be selfish
At least with our emotions.
Some would say we give too much
Some would say we give everything we have,
Hoping to be cured
Truth is that there is nothing we can do
To the world,
We are not normal.
And the moment that someone, like us, accepts it,
This life is over
And all those prayers,
And all those lies that adults tell us,
Are lost,
With all the others
There is no cure,
There is no hope!
That is our life?
People lie,
People control us
Fear controls us
So in turn,
The emotions that we are trying to control,
Are really under other peoples control
So,
There is no cure,
There is no relief from this torturer,
Called life.
We are sometimes happy,
And that isn't right!
So the only other thing that can be done is kill the abnormality
To get rid of that which makes a child
A child.
Emotions are supposed to be expected
And if they’re not expected,
Then you’re a freak!
That is what they label you as
All I am labeled as
This world doesn't like freaks
Doesn't like people like us
So for those of you who stood with me
Look at all of those who saw the true you
How many of them accepted you
And how many stand with you today?
It may be different for you
But I feel like I am alone
So I knelt down
And prayed after each beating I got
From a woman who is supposed to love you
I only got silence as an answer
This is something that I have noticed throughout life…
That the only sign of love from a heavenly entity,
Is silence.
So that the other things,
People,
Things,
Stress,
Life…
All of these are just more reason to give in…
Give in to the flood of emotions…
Give in the pure emotions,
Not regulated by thought.
But it isn’t normal.
It isn't right.
People have no reason to tell me what is wrong and right!
Isn't that what we're supposed to learn?
Life has taught me only one thing…
That those,
Who are polar opposite,
Are just like me
And what am I?
Am I normal with others who are “Bipolar? ”
Am I really not trying to work on my emotional control?
But this is just another story.
Though it is not finished,
Though it is not important
It is my story,
A story of,
A Child’s Sorrow…