I can see
The jealousy in there eyes,
And hear the envy
Of there tone.
I can only grieve,
and hope that they learn.

They need to know
that life comes with pain,
and the way we live
Isn't always great.

Don't tell them the ups
Tell them the downs.
They need to think.
Before they drown.
Teach them a lesson
Don't bail them out
Love them tough
Hate the crowd.

All kids of today seem to say
"I already know, I'm grown."

So let them see the world
Not what they watch on tv.
Show them the struggles of life
So they know that its not easy.
Tell them that I'm hungry
Yet,my refrigerator is empty.

Life's not what they believe
So let them strive with problems
Then hope they see.
Turn them down profusely
When they ask for wants not needs.

Poverty equals suffering
There's a long road for change
But this kids must know
Life's not all fun and games.
Observe their wrong doing
Then proceed to say

"I only hold my tongue to let you learn. Your mistakes and pain will be your teacher. "

Back to the thing called "love."
Again with the mystery
That confuses me and leaves
Dynamite placed within my mind.

It is funny how people say they
Want to "find" the love that's
Constantly talked about.
How can they "find" love
When who know's what it truly is.

Love is a ticking time bomb
Just not set with the time on it.
It jumps from 3 to 10 back down to 1
You never know when it will blow.

Oh the joy loves brings, but also
Love brings pain and suffering.

I am suffering in complete agony.
How long will I love but not be with
The one that I love in flesh.
For I am forever with her in spirit.

When will the waiting end,
Nights of loneliness cease to exist.
When will the joy begin again,
Or the anguish concludes its trip.
When will my heart stop bruising
My ribs, this bomb lay dormant again.
When will she return to me,
And these I hold stop leaving me.
O how I wish this bomb to explode.

I wonder if I was born
Into a "good home."
Would my life be
For the better
Or maybe I'm wrong.

Automatic assumptions
Deeming ones dealings
Right or wrong by his associates.
Tho, how can they judge family.

You may not consider
They I was raised as being
Substantial ones means of living
Were harsh,poor, impoverished
But, what material needs I lacked
I found that love substituted them.

Now I may not be raised best,
And I have been through stress,
But I can cope with the tragedies
Of this world, this life, this time.

I've been equipped with strength
I won't fold, crack, bend, or break
Under pressure or adversity.
What is a run uphill to the one
Who lives on the mountain?

So before you pit me against
Your standards your rules
Your regulations and your test.

Take a walk in my shoes
See if you can live my life without
Compliant, and go through my pains
And struggles of the day to day world.
Consider my options and take into
Account my life and my family.
Will you crack under the pressure?