Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

I Follow a Blog

I follow a blog
Where people submit:
Letters to Charlie,
A boy from a book.
Who isn't real,
Who is a wallflower.

It breaks my heart
That so many people
Send this made up boy
So many problems
Because real life won't listen.

I follow a blog
Where people submit:
Questions that ask
How sexuality works
To this young girl
Who is still learning herself.

It breaks my heart
That so many people
Have to ask a student
What they should teachers
Because real life won't listen.

I follow a blog
Where people submit:
The art they've created
To a blog where
It's all anonymous
And no loved ones will know.

It breaks my heart
That so many people
Hide their amazing art,
Like its a dirty secret.
Because real life won't listen.

I follow these blogs,
And each one breaks my heart.
I wish I could teach the world
How to love them like these blogs do.