He views the world as this,

A load of pain, hurt, and bliss..

It's like a walk through a runway that shouldn't even exist.

Feeling stares galore and comments,
That's feeding into the nonsense,
In raggedy attire because he was never rich...

Feeling heat lag,
And deep sweats,
Spending even more energy on preparing for what is coming next.

Every stare are judgments,
He's receiving none as far as helping hands,

Because they are so interested in gossip that they don't help him to advance.

His heart feels as really though it's quickly about to break.

But he keeps marching on forward and pulling his own weight,
He needs a break,

He has a family too.
So when ends fail to meet he tends to catch an attitude.

Carries more than the average,
Because he ain't your average dude.

And they try to hold him back,
But then he floats above..
Balloon.

Life's a war and God forsure's the only staff on his platoon.

He feels alone,
Stressed out to the Max.

Because his voice gets silenced and they can't see what he says,
Like they're looking through cataracts.

They don't feel him,
Not opinion,
Facts.

Laying in a way worse bed than he made,
Why is his mattress set on fire slats?

Feel the burning pain,
Life's whoopings done whipped his back.

And the damage he received and still receives is nothing that they can take back.

Damaged Soldier flanking Alone,
While getting shot in the back.

The way he feels,
Life is feeling like an heart attack.
© SotaylordOut420