My parents,
They don't understand.
The fact that I sit with broken heart strings,
With no one but myself.
I look around and see the skies falling,
The daisies crumbling.
And with school creeping up behind me,
I know who I'll be once the first day begins.
Nothing.
Because don't you see mom and dad,
That's all I'll ever be because I do not wish to be more.
The moment I become more I have to be better than I was,
I have to continue to be better than myself.
I have to transform and fall into a society that does not accept me.
I do not wish to be more,
I simply wish to have a mended heart.
So I can love once more.

Oh that poem!
A plain masterpiece!
An eye for the blind!
Beyond what my limited words can describe!
Glory be to he who wrote this breathtaking beauty!
But I am left speechless and confused
Once I see the simple number of its likes and views
I guess that's what makes it so special
A diamond unseen
A hidden potential.
And he continues to write...
As if poetry was his only friend.
I guess he already accepted the fact that
*we cannot always trend

Children are dying...
I'm kicking back, with nothing to complain about, yet complaining.
While *children are dying
I'm dancing
to my favourite song with my pals and sisters.

While they bleed because of the blisters
caused by the wood of their broken homes.
Unheard screams and groans
Getting ***** by strange misters.
Bombs and grenades fall like raindrops from the sky

BOOM BOOM BOOM! The soundtrack of their lives
An endless lullaby
And they cry
and cry.
But I can't hear them,
for the music in my room is too loud.


                                    Children are dying*.