Oh, youth, you're the moon of the dark night
In the springtime, you're the morning light
You're the volcano; show your power off
Win the highest peak of the world as the knight!

You should solve the problems of the nation
The victims are waiting for your proper action
You have to change everything old for the future
On the youth, you can lead the whole of nature!

You have to reform again, what's done as the ****
Get up; you're the lion; you can't sleep at this time!
It's the right time to face devils to save your clime
Your voice is the inspiration for the newcomer.

Stand up there with your glory in this world
Even if you are gone, everyone will cry!

Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup,
I
wish that bird would
shut the *** up,

how can I concentrate
on motivational ****
with all that noise
going on.

Anyway
I think the whole world's gone Jumanji
the hunter's out to get me
there are lions in the bathroom
and no room to manoeuvre,

only Thursday and I'm trying
but Thursday's trying me,
someone, please untie these ropes
and set this poor fool free.

As a child I was told
"Boys hit you cause they like you thats all".
But as I grew old,
And bruises started appearing on my thighs,
Purple,blue and bold,
I was told,
"Tell anyone i did this and you'll be dead by dawn".

Sometimes I still hear the snap of the belt against my skin.
It's why I still flinch when a stranger steps to close in proximity.
My heart often rises in a flight of birds.
Just trying to escape the cold rush of December.
It flutters trying to keep up with registering between fight or flight.
My feet often start running before I.
Often mistaking a pen dropping for a bomb.
Regardless I am gone before I ever arrive anywhere.
Half checked into a place I can never just leave.
My milestones are the intermittent fasting between therapy sessions.
We often talk of the stuff we carry;
but leave the pages blank on the things we must live with.