There is growth within us.
There is strength inside.
We flow and we fall.
That day, I too cried.

I remember it as yesterday,
And I remember faithful
Wednesday.
You can forgive me, but I am not forgiven.

I am slave to myself.
I am slave to my ways-
Selfish, and angry,
Lonely, and cocky.

I am surrounded in by an army of friends,
Yet without something to fill that made up void.
I am alone to myself.

I am a coward.
I am a sinner.
I am a thief.
I am me.

And I haven't yet grown.

I saw my initials,
You wrote them there.
You say you hate me.
Go on ahead.
Don't doubt yourself,
I know I deserve it.

I'll say I've seen
Something far more beautiful
But the truth is
After you flew away,
I never saw another butterfly

An untuned guitar
Plays songs familiar.
A melody not strummed
Seems peculiar.
The song rises up
And bellows out.
My happy voice
Begins to shout.
I beg for a song-
I lose the tune.
My voice has gone.
I'm stuck not in bloom.

A shameful man I am
At age fifteen.
I break hearts and my own head.
Injuries to people
Though I'm empty inside.
In some way I need more.
Be it drugs, or ***.
But I could never do something good-
At least not for me.
And to my fears,
I'll add one more.

I know few words.
I'm not so bright.
I'd die by swords.
I'm not so nice.
I think I'm empty.
I cannot write.
I'm jealous of you,
While you're all right.
I'm flawed inside.
It's what I poorly say,
Yet in the end:
It's all okay.