Hey you

Yes you, my dear reader

I heard times get tough sometimes

So I wrote this poem for you

For you, the one called weak and frail

Your strength cannot be measured by your arms

And truly, one day, yours shall prevail

When you triumph over your own demons in your head

I see you, and I wish you luck in your days ahead

For you, the one who hates his mirror

If only I could make you feel beautiful

Your eyes, your smile, your soul

Fill the hole in my heart and make it whole

Never let anyone, even yourself, tell you you're not wonderful

Even today, your beauty shines through

For you, the one who is tormented with a burden Rest easy, my friend, your cross is hefty

For heavy is the head that wears the crown

But remember, the more hands that bear the load, the more lighter it becomes

For you, the one who walks his path alone

For companions he doesn't own

Fear not, for this crowd is not for you

You deserve better, and you shall get so

A people you will find

Who will never ever let you walk blind

For you, the one plagued with anxiety

With worries in number and variety

You get told to calm down all the time

Yet they act like your fears are a crime

You too, shall find your crowd, your person

That holds your shaking hand

And finally, for you, my friends who have given up on life

Your minds riddled with strife

Your days go from bad to worse

Shouting for help until your throat is hoarse

The stars can wait

No matter how it seems, it's not too late

There will be someone to listen

And someone to help

A purpose to be found

A person to be lost

Sights to see

Songs to hear

Emotions to feel

People to love

So hang on to your seat

The game is long, but it shall not end in defeat

You've been playing really well

Despite being locked up in your cell

I see you, and I love you

Stay strong for me, and at the end of the road, we'll admire the view