They say I am too young to understand the way the world works.
They say it as if I'm not already aware of the wars in foreign lands or violence in our homes.
As if I don't know of the fear of death.
The price of freedom.
The cost of living.

They say it as if I don't know about the shootings or the homicides.
As if I'm unaware of those making a living off of selling poisons to others
Or of the ones who sell themselves to stay alive.
They think I don't know about ***, drugs, death, fear, pain, or life itself.

Nothing is hidden in this world.
Your children grow up knowing about horror and crime.
Its ridiculous to shelter them from what they already know.
You believe they are innocent until they turn 18,
But little girls and boys grow up with pain.
There are no thoughts that you can contain.
They will find answers to the questions even if you dont want them to be found.

There is a boy staring at a glass wall
looking at a girl
her eyes and smile makes his heart go wild
There is a girl staring at a glass wall
looking back at the boy
his beauty catches  her heart by surprise
They are in love but can not be together
because the glass wall will not shatter
like their parents hatred for each other
day after day they look at each other
yearning to feel the other
skin for skin, lips for lips
their hearts never miss a beat
soon pain of separation comes
it nips at their hearts
it is too  much to bear
but they stay by the wall and stare
then the boy pull out a gun
starts to shoot the glass wall
bullets prove to be no match for it
the girl grabs a bat thinking smashing it will match
the glass wall still will not come down
they are not a match for it
the glass wall is just to strong
there is only one thing that can beat it
where they finally can be at peace
death is where they can meet and be free
two shots are heard
with dripping next
the lovers die and meet
in the beautiful world
of the next