Favoritism, what a great way to treat kids
Pick your favorite, forget the others
Make them hate themselves
Let them cry alone in the night
The twinkle in the eyes,
The twinkle that shows pride
How that mere thing can be something for which a man yearns the most
He'll never have that twinkle
He'll never make anyone proud
Pretend they don't exist
They start to believe it
They begin to bleed just for someone to notice
No one loves enough to stop the bleeding
Insult after insult
They hide the bruises
The cracks it makes on the soul
No one sees them drown in their depression
Parents leaving when children start to die
Returning to find the undead
The gods of the past
The protectors of the young
They are not God
So ask Him for forgiveness
Notice who they've become
See their marks
See that fire that makes them fight
The pain didn't shatter them
Just left them forever scarred