In a world
Where you
Were not
Wanted
You were
Beaten, killed, abused

Alone in the dark
You cried and prayed
Asking God why?
Why me? Why me? Why me?
What did I do to deserve this?

Camps that
Are filled
With labor and death
At every turn

Still you
Believe in
Humanity
In the people
That are the
Most inhumane

You died unjustly
At the hands
Of the cruel

Your life may be over
But your memory
Will reign on

I am loud and strong
I wonder what my music sounds like to someone else
I hear the hearts of the people beating with the a drum
I see the tapping and nodding in sync with the tempo of the world
I want to be able to bring someone to tears with a string of noise
I am loud and strong

I pretend the world is not conforming into one mold
I feel my heart aching for the years that were meaningful
I touch the strings that hold me together
I worry about the ignorance of today's people
I cry when I listen to the world's new sound
I am loud and strong

I understand the feeling of the mix of chaos and control
I say I am brave when in reality I am the opposite
I dream of a reality fit to my ears
I try to tune out the false feeling about the "cool things" people strive for
I hope people realize the error in their ways
I am loud and strong

Margaret looks around her overly organized kitchen and smiled. " Isn't the kitchen just….. beautiful?"
"What do you mean?" The boy studied the kitchen with a confused look on his face.
"Everything is just beautifully organized, and clean."
"What's the fun in that?"
"Huh?" Margaret turns to look at the boy. "What's not fun about clean and organized things?"
"Well, chaos is what runs this world. Control is what holds it back. If everything is controlled and organized, then nothing will be created, invented, or even worth looking at. The world was not meant to be controlled or quiet,  it was meant to be loud, free, chaotic"

All people wait
They wait for the same thing
And that thing
Is something worth waiting for

Finger fidgeting
Feet tapping
Checking the time
Looking down
Staring into space
Faking your calm
Heart beating
Palms sweating
******* hair
As you wait for them to call your name
Chairs squeak
Doors open
Names called
Doors close
Not your turn, still waiting
Faith leaves
Hope leaves
Love leaves
You leave
Walking down the hallway
Blurry vision
Spinning rooms
A slight pinch
Blackness
Blackness
You are escorted out
A click
Songs
Tears
Beauty
Goodbyes
Hellos
Loss
Gain
You are welcomed with open arms

Some say they want to live forever
They say they never want to grow old
They say it would be easier
But
What they don't know is the pain
The pain of watching
Everyone you love die
Knowing you will never join them
Soon you decide it would be better
To be alone
Loneliness will be all they have left
The longevity if immortality is
No longer inviting is it
Because no one wants to be alone
Never growing old
Never knowing love
Always alone
That is the price of the wanted
Immortality