ironically numb

Delicate soul
If only you knew
Of the things
That are in store for you

If only you knew
Of the bullets and knives
Racing towards you

Fragile heart
If only you could see
The destiny
You have laid out for yourself

If only you could see
The hammers and the nails
Made to destroy you

Creative mind
If only you were able
To conceive
The road ahead of you

If only you were able
To conceive
The trials and the logic
Out to bring your
Abilities
To a screeching halt

Delicate soul
Fragile heart
Creative mind
Hold on

Hold on
Until you know that
Your adversaries
Have given up

Never let go
Of the Hand
That keeps you from falling
Under the weight you bear
In being different

For this world
And its people that you live among
Have become as stone

Stay soft
But
Stand firm