We're the children of the world.
Our voices are toneless
and our bodies, boneless.
Our screams are soft
and, the crying is quiet.
Manners are known,
but often not used
because our views on the world
give us the blues.

They call us reckless, but don't they know?
There's more wreck than less.

People ask me why I write, but
there simply is no answer.

I write because it makes me feel like a dancer,
like a camper building a tent.

I write because when nothing makes sense
I can write a picket fence poem about
how it feels to be mimicked.

I write because when I feel a slight bit of worth
it makes me feel like the earth is in my hands
waiting for me to complete my life plan.

I write because when I can't see the sun
I can write the sun.

I write simply because words can give a spark,
even when you're feeling dark.

He went to school unnoticed
and often lacked focus.
Not because he didn't care,
but because focus was quite rare.
His life filled with pills.
Trying to **** his ADHD,
but only killing his sanity.

People often said he lacked focus,
but how can you lack something that was never intact?

Things are really ******,
but not all flowers
are pretty

Cars and lightning
don't scare me
anymore.

I created my brain from all of my pain,
I corrected my thoughts through many tied knots.
I'm still here, existing even though my life is twisting constantly.

And; late at night when I think about
the kids who couldn't live another day,
I often question what I'd give to bring them back.
It's not the fact that I didn't know them that
makes me want them back, but the way they
had to act. Because long ago, this little boy had
to act. This little boy had to act everyday. We all had to act.
We acted as if we were staring in a movie that never finished.

**We were known for the roles we played.