A cry of help from a crying yet gentle soul
To the gentle souls who are tired
With none of their cries heard
Angry at the world for it conspired
Against everything they desired so they reach to be retired
To the gentle souls who need a friend
But cannot do for they are afraid to offend
So they are left to mend each and every broken end
Alone and pretend, smile without end
To the gentle souls who smile with dejection
Accepting a defeat without even fighting a single deflection
Refute this, you did fight but you were flicked with rejection
To the gentle soul who likely thinks the world is cruel
It is but don't think too much you're going to be a jewel
A little bit of hardening up that may be brutal
But you'll fuse into that beautiful stone that'll be someday useful
To the gentle soul who wants to find themself
Who gave up rhyming because words are hard fo find
So is finding where they go from here
Because there is so much you can say...
To the gentle soul who is quiet
Use words please that won't hurt
Because there are so much you can say that can hurt
Without knowing how to control it
To the gentle soul who cannot say whatever
Because they have a responsibility to an endeavor
Act properly, you don't have the right to be sad
Do you really think I don't know?
To the gentle soul who has no right to be sad
Close your eyes, hide the mad, find the glad
So they won't treat and look at you that bad
Look back at them with the same falsity they had
To the gentle soul who is nothing but young
You may think the world is just a snake whose painful bite leaves you stung
All the time because that's what happens when you wronglu clung
On to that hope that will make you hung
On hope and nothing but hope
You did not wrongly clung, my gentle soul
Everyone does
You should know that by now
Everyone hopes for happiness and for that we are eternally damned
Hope with fear
Hope with a tear
Hope with pessimism
Hope with optimism
There is nothing wrong with it
I hope.
