Too young they say.

Too young for dark circles hiding under my eyes and
too young for aches in pains in my body and
too young to be so sad we shove blades in our arms and
too young to say we're in love; " it's just your hormones"

If I'm too young to live this life then why and I living it.

you have boring eyes,

or that's what you say.

But in the fluorescent lights of a classroom
they are an icy grey, piercing through my soul.

And in the sunlight of the waterpark,
they shine like the sky: as bright as your smile.

Hiding in the darkness

In the shadows of her mind

She huddled cold and broken

A soul someone should to find

She waited there for month on end

Begging to be released

Until he took a peak inside

And but put her together piece by piece

We painted a picture.

With old wooden paint brushed,
and expired paint in rusting cans.

We swirl together yellows and pinks,
blues and reds.

The image of us comes together
as we go.

With each the stoke we push harder
on the old canvas.

Until it rips through the center.

The jagged whole going up the entire page,

and we have to start all over.

It's not my fault.

I didn't do anything.

Or maybe that's why she left.

Because I didn't do anything

To stop her from going

In a kindergarten class room, young curious minds learning the beginnings of the world.

Letters
Colors
Shapes

But they aren't taught the reality of their future.

Like how the boy sitting at the first table won't marry the love of his life because of their like genders,

Or the girl with pigtails won't become the amazing actor she is destine to be because of the color of her skin.

You have to be taught discrimination, no one is born knowing.

She walks around in clover fields.

And dances in the sky.

She speaks a voice of summer breeze.

And eyes, no tears to dry.

She lives her life with grace and ease

You wouldn't take a second look

But behind the fare facade she keeps,

the missing soul he took.