They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.

How can you love all beings
How can you be at one with all
It starts small
You see subtleties in how you both talk walk then squawk
Can't pretend to be at one with all
I still fall and have a way to go
Though I feel the depth the dark the light the sorrow
What are your dreams for tomorrow
Our nightmares can pip them hollow
Some days have turned to night
They can only hope for sunlight
Some nights are cold
Chilly to hold
Visions can frighten
Or to make us bold
Perhaps both
To see the symmetry and the diversity
The complexity the mimicry
Some days can be sooo warm
Loving caring giving
Pleasant
Some forlorn
Some
Can't seem to keep the warmth
It's makes them stuffy and irritable
They try to keep dry but the tears they cry ...
Weeping from each eye
Wanting so much to rise and thrive
Blissful place
Longing inside
To see more is to feel more
Is it a chore
Or some thing to adore
We don't stop though
We ask for more