The words that one can say
Can hurt a lot
Even though
The things they say
Shouldn’t have any meaning
At all
But they still hurt like a blade

Not very sharp
But enough to break
A mind
Not very kind
You might not even know why
They hurt you
In so many ways

You could
Tell a adult
As if it will stop
Sometimes it does
Or it may not

You can either stand up
Or Be tough
But you won’t hold up
Because the blows
Are too much

Soon enough you’ll break
As if you was glass
You must not shatter
Because this shall not last
You must move on
Or you won’t last long
You need to be calm  
For you can stay strong  
Don’t let them hold you back

I am like a fish out of water.
Yet it's too shameful to cry.
Struggling to breathe
Letting out as much as a sigh.

They know where they’re going
And brush past my shoulders.
Like a stream that never stops flowing
The water gets colder.

I will never see the end.
They're going places and they’re going far.
And I am who I am
But who I am is not who they are.

Am I a fish out of water
Or a failure to manipulate?
Am I going against the ordinary
before it is too late?

Is it the wrong way
If I choose to stay put?
Is it wrong to stay
If no one else could?

Maybe one day I'll push through them.

You said pass me the blunt
But I wasn’t done
You told me to hurry
But instead I scurry

Urging to breath
And to release
But always needing some heat

Pass me the light
I need to feel right
Only if I could stop
I would feel alright

But all I did
Was get blazed
Instead saved
Only if I didn’t feel at blame
For me being a mistake
I wouldn’t have
Taught you to forget
By getting your state of mind
raised

Now it’s a bub
Now it may go
But my state of mind will stay high
until there is hope
To help me
Redefine

I am only human
Even though I act so insane
I am still calm
My mind is so complex
All I think about is why
I feel
Pain
And
Fear
That which life
Always presents

Do I aim to be on top
Or to aim to provide
Life can only tell
If we live
Or we die

I am only human
How much can you really
Expect
All I got to show
Is my state of mind
And my respect

A young boy
Filled with joy
And innocence
Always so energetic
And so naive
It is as if he had no fear
But I guess
That’s too much
To say
About a baby

Power...
Is Something so straight foward.
But rarely achieved
No one
Is all
but many do wish
To have all

Power should be handled
By great minds
Instead of the corrupted

To be great
Power is not
Necessary
But is needed
Not for one
But for all