War is inevitable to society.

The means to the end of an ideal.

It causes nothing more than anxiety,

And shows the inability to conceal,

The many children with fallen fathers,

And mothers with lost sons crying.

The soldiers see their killed comrades,

Millions of kids are sent to die,

For the ideals of the safe old man.

The boys try to get their feelings out.

Talking, writing to do what they can.

They walk around with no clout.

Doing things to maybe get a fan .

The night is like a savior,

To the days filled with heartache.

They hate the daily behavior,

The process of give and take.

Oh how they miss the good old days,

Back when they loved their lives.

When things were easier in so many ways.

Now they face only struggle and strife.

They search for an outlet for the pain,

But their minds are clouded with rain.

The responsibility was known

The culprit was long gone

A country in pain,

A people in agony.

So many people lost,

So many lives changed.

The culprit was in hiding.

He isn't hiding anymore.

The soldier marches to war

Did he want to go?

Did he have a choice?

The young man may not survive the day

But he marches onto battle everyday

These are not the battles of the past

With lines of troops, or clear boundaries

This is modern warfare, urban warfare

The enemy can be right next to you

Invisible bombs change lives in seconds

These men are brave, and won’t be the same

You say you love me,

It rarely shows.

I feel like I’m losing something.

Something that makes me whole.

The way you treat me makes me shake,

The way you speak makes me weak.

I try to make you smile,

But all you do is frown.

I try to show how much you mean,

But you act like it’s not enough.

Difficult girl you make me scream.

I hope we don’t end up,

Ending something so good

A boy with a gifted life,

Gave little care to the deals he dealt.

Left little for those behind him.

Afraid of so much, and unprepared.

He drew from his strength and survived.

When even he wanted it to end,

He finished his curse all the way through.

People will look at his gifted life.

Marvel at this privileged boy.

But he looks at everyone and fears.

Fears to be them, and fears to be him.

The boy was happy,

His every whim fulfilled,

But the fun left debts to repay.

His bank account always refilled,

By the man who gave him life.

The debtors kept him leashed,

To this expensive way of life.

His idea of friends tested,

As they cause nothing but strife.

He pays and pays, to get his fix,

They make and make, as he tries to change.

He pays and pays, his money nixed,

The “friends” of the boy, begin to unhinge,

The life of their toy, to start by beating,

They move on to a picture, so incriminating.

This boy now sees his life, how he was cheating,

A quick fix for the stress, non-discriminating.

The time of his life was slowly ending.

If that image got out, he would lose his lifeline,

His only chance to pay for the thing,

The thing that he did not need, but craved.

The men kept him trapped,

With a childhood picture, something depraved,

Left this young boy trapped, in a life he no longer craved.