there she is
in the back of class
waiting for the sun to shine
writing in her little book
the faces she got this time

the teacher left the room for a minute
as it seemed
and he got up
and wrote on the bored
"cry if your a freak"
knowing he meant me
i did

they laughed
he erased it
and the teacher came back
and didn't even notice
"why didn't he notice?"

so she went home that day
believing the lie
because she can't control
the sounds that come out of her mind
who knows where she got the gun

but the real question is
why didn't they notice?

he missed one football practice
so that he could dance
he football friends would tease
and finally
they assumed there was a romance
he said his talented was true
but football family rules
they have to beat it out of you
because there worried about you

that day he went home
believeing the lies
trying to
cut out
the dance inside
and when i didn't work
he cut a little more
and it took 24 hours
for his father to walk through the door

every second
of everyday
people commit suicide
because
they all went home
bilieveing the lies

that just because they are different
because they are set aside
they need to be forgotten
**they need to die

Time to go back,
into my place.
Where no one can see me,
no light or no grace.

Time to go back,
into my hole.
Where all is forgotten,
all pain is fore told.

Time to go back
into my hell.
Where the creature is waiting,
that torturous cell.

Time to go back
into my sane.
Where my fortune is told,
all crazy as rain.

Time to go back
into my youth.
Where my story is begun
with the heel of a boot.

Take my hand

and you will see the scars

That i left

waiting for you

to help me