In the loud silence
There is a fine mess
Where a girl, a little pregnant
Is trying to act naturally

She an adult child
Absolutely unsure of what she's done
For an advanced beginner in parenthood
She's doing awfully good

Anxiously she patiently waits
As the amateur expert checks
Is she almost safe
Or is she almost pregnant?

I wish someone would put me down to my face
So I could run and cry while someone stood up in my place
I wish they'd stand tall and tell that person that really, I'm quite great
I wish, I wish, I wish, but no one will stand for this face

I wish they'd say "she's just hurting"
That it's fake, the smile on my face
I wish they'd say "she just needs to do some crying"
That I don't have confidence, just self-hate

And I wish the person who insulted me
Would then comprehend
Everything I try to be
Versus who I really am

I wish they'd change their ways
And love me like I always craved but never had
I wish they'd dig past the craze
And see that I'm not all that bad

I wish they'd laugh at my jokes
I wish they'd see when I'm hurt
And never succumb to the pity I evoke
I wish they'd see how hard I work

I wish they'd see the knife in my hand
And kiss away my tears until I let it go
I wish they'd see the noose round my neck
And tell me "No, no, no"

I wish, I really do
That someone would get me
That someone could see
The frown behind the smile of a clown

But no one ever does
I've too much pride to tell them myself
So I'll let the bitterness fester
And live in my self-made Hell.

I wish, I hope
But bitterness is an acidic dish
So even though it won't do any good
God, how I wish

Mondays
When I oversleep
Forget to eat
And fall out of seats

Mondays
When they hate on gays
"What *******" they say
And reject all change

Mondays
When the people are biased
And no one's ever quiet
And the children rebel and riot

Mondays
When people are killed
For someone else's thrills
Against loved one's wills

Mondays
I say
But, in truth,
It's everyday.

I hate it
I hate you
I hate it there

The people
Their talking
Their ways

I hate it all
I hate you all
Abhor, loathe, despise

I hate it there
But you make me go
And I hate you for that

I know I smile
At you when you speak
But you actually annoy me
More than I let on

I know I'm too serious
Whenever you see me
But I really like you
More than I let on

I know I'm too stoic
When you show me you care
But I need your sympathy
More than I let on

I know I'm too happy
When you try to be serious
But I need your respect
More than I let on

I won't always show
What I feel on my face
But sometimes it's hard
To give you a way

To see what I'm feeling
To make me vulnerable
But I wish I could show you
More than I let on

Shhh...
Don't speak
Respect those who are gone

Hush, hush
They weren't weak
For all it's worth they were strong

Don't speak! Don't talk!
This is it
The silence they had

Be quiet.
This day is sacred
For those who died sad

You can be quiet
If only for a day
An act of kindness

We're together in this
Please be quiet
Honor the Day of Silence