Who am I to say what I know,
When what we see, and are taught to believe,
Is who we are.
Complex, yet somehow it is Simpleness that we learn.
The screech, and yell, our fates, broken,
Unchained.

So many I have seen,

Some walking free, arrow in the heart,

Some forget others even exist.

Carefree, Rebellious.

But we accept guilt all the same.

A daring blood winked rose,

Shattered in dark pieces of night.

Who am I to speak my mind and be open,
Because what we can't see,
and won't believe,
Is who we become.