We are young, but much older We are loved, though only by a few of us We remain restless We watch out of our windows envious at success stories Those who have written chapters of promise and wealth We are the world's forgotten children-who once played in the backyard of our land and kingdom and who swam in oceans of eternal youth Strangers rob us blind-and we know it We try to convince ourselves that we are strong, but we shiver clothesless We know what is wrong, but we do it anyway School failed us Society has ***** and stolen our identities And we watch our neighbors die without saying goodbye Our friends have long left us The church we grew up in is now just a cold, abandoned house; the ghosts never leave They lived in another lifetime, but we all stay here for safety So carry me in your arms and hold me tight Let us take what is yours- you are little mice and we prey on you like hawks We want what was ours We love the excitement at the expense of others We become our own victims and kidnap our freewill. We learn, though, and see our shadows in the dark The silhouettes fool others into believing we are bigger than what we are We leave them painted on the walls so we are always remembered The goal is to stain something so deep onto the world that we immortalize ourselves, thus we are not vanished along with our bodies