Adolescents in such a dazed state,
Introduced to a world of hate,
A push here and a curse there,
Another childhood stripped bare.

Its the matter of ones outermost appearance that changes, not their being.
Preserved in a chamber hidden away are our deepest most subtle priorities, beliefs, and more that make us who we really are is what truly never changes.
The only problem is,
With good there is bad.

I envy those who find their calling in life
To touch an object and know that its right
Maybe an instrument or pen melt your heart
Ive finally found my natural work of art
Finding a company to work for I long desire
A year long internship followed by hire
I've found my calling that sparked my heart
But its in Austin, Texas states apart..

From the minute I awake
To the minute I lie to sleep
I am working for my future
A future for more than me
My future kids and future love
My money will linger when I'm above
So my nights of stress and no sleep
Will prove I was a great mother week after week.

One so positively caring and kind
Another so dark and irritable at mind
But why am I so angry towards every being
When the other part of me pushes to be please
I dedicated my time and studies to helping others
End ties with all around me including my dear lover
Found a thick rope abandoned in a box inside my shed
All the unhappiness started rushing into my head
That's all I remembered before I awoke in my bed
I wish I could care again, but I only see red.