I won’t cry, no,
Not one more tear
For those Evil ones
That Made me fear
They beat me black
And blue today
Took my homework
And tore it yesterday
Now I repeat
I will not cry, no,
Not today, cause today I die
The scars on me will be no more,
For this is what the end is for.
My scars they cut soul deep
And haunt me like monsters
In my sleep
Tonight they find me
Eyes all glazed
Cause today I leave
This godforsaken place

I never imagined

such a word

Would hurt so much,

I never thought

It’d put so much doubt

in my mind

I never knew

A word like that,

Could build walls up

Around what I willingly gave you,

I never saw,

The power behind such a word,

The way it makes me such a fool,

I never imagined

that you’d say that word,

To her,

Why,

Why do these thoughts now consume,

Why,

Why does this burn

Why,

Why did I see it at all

That one word

Changed everything,

When you said it to another girl.

One word

Has a lot of a power,

It can build a person up,

Make them smile and swell,

But it can tear a person down,

Make them cry and hurt and insecure,

It can be a warm blanket in cold of winter,

Or it can be a grenade thrown at the weak

One word.

Catch rays with
your oven mit

Turn your speckled
face to the sky

Dance, hop, turn around,
watching your shadows with delight.

Old Grampa Winter
haunted us too long

Now in spring
we can look at Father Sun.

I whisper, but do you hear,
No not one word, this I fear,
I talk with a voice so loud,
But do you hear, no
Not one shout,
I cry, I weep,
But do you see,
No your eyes don’t fall on me.
I yell, I holler, out of my lungs,
But it seams that’s all that moves
is my tongue.
I scream with all to hear,
But not a peep falls on your ears,
So I talk loud with my gun,
I pull the trigger,
Then I’m done,
You heard me now,
My cry for help,
But it took my life
For you to hear my shouts.
Now please listen to the one like me,
Because they scream to,
Just listen and see.

I sit and I wait, wait for my bus.
But you don’t , you don’t appreciate
My appearance isn’t enough.
You make fun of me and you try to bring me down
Oh and it’s working out
You’ve got my head under water
Thought running through my head
You got me scared and shaking
I’m losing my breathe
Don’t want to make a mistake but many has been made
Cause for some reason, I’m not good enough for your taste
Why, why am I not good enough
Why do you call me these names why do you play with me these silly head game
Did I do something wrong, what do I need to change
Is it the way I walk or that I don’t have a fancy name
Is it the way I talk or the way I dress
Or is it just the way I am
Please won’t you tell me,
Why am I not good enough to be your friend.
Sit down at class you tend to walk my way
You try to scare my good mood, good mood away
Making me cry is you biggest prize, and you just won again
You got my face turning red, my heart beating rough
And I’m afraid that I finally had enough,
You’ve got my head under water
Thought running through my head
You got me scared and shaking
I’m losing my breathe
Don’t want to make a mistake but many has been made
Cause for some reason, I’m not good enough for your taste
Why, why am I not good enough
Why do you call me these names why do you play with me these silly head game
Did I do something wrong, what do I need to change
Is it the way I walk or that I don’t have a fancy name
Is it the way I talk or the way I dress
Or is it just the way I am
Please won’t you tell me,
Why am I not good enough to be your friend.
Who are you to judge me,
Who am I to care,
You, you don’t know me,
And you never will
You don’t know my past, or my future,
I won’t let you under my skin
My tears are no longer your prize to win
You’ve got my head under water
Thought running through my head
You got me scared and shaking
I’m losing my breathe
Don’t want to make a mistake but many has been made
Cause for some reason, I’m not good enough for your taste
Why, why am I not good enough
Why do you call me these names why do you play with me these silly head game
Did I do something wrong, what do I need to change
Is it the way I walk or that I don’t have a fancy name
Is it the way I talk or the way I dress
Or is it just the way I am
Please won’t you tell me,
Why am I not good enough to be your friend.