They say I suck at writing,
They say I suck at grammar,
They say I made syntax errors,
They say I made orthographic errors...
They say you are not good enough to express yourself,
They say learn English, you first grader..
They say I am too bad at everything,
That means I am too bad even at expressing myself..
They say you are good for nothing...
Ah they are my real peers!
And with a different teaching style
Simple yet delicate findings come to mirror my emotions (m)
I have half a notion to hide from them, like I do my reflection (n)
The coarse expectations from peers leave me drowning (m)
And I know I can't go around allowing them to control me (n)
If I walk the path that isn't made for me then there is no light that dwells in the dim tunnel
and the trouble is ,my tunnel is supposed to end with you, You're supposed to be the light that shines on me and right on through . I'll be the prism of colors you yearn for when depression hovers over you
Just a Vegas city boy
And a Kansas city girl
Sometimes they are never home
And Sometimes it makes me feel like an unopened expired bag of M&N;'s
Aah! it was you who did not discover:
Still love for you I have like a lover.
I kept on peering you like i always peered
And continued to do so till u disappeared.
But you did not turn around to see me
Just like the one who leaves
And i kept on believing , that you'll see,
Like the one who believes
What kind of a monster are you?
Children all over the world are being abused.
They are abused at home by their parents,
At school by their teachers,
And as they play with thier peers.
They suffer from the East, North, West and South.
What then should be done to make an end to this problem?
Parents, teacher and friends,
Lets all think about this problem,
Lets all try to make an end to it.