There is a time for love, you have the freedom to choose
there is a time for hate, but you will be forced to abuse
there is a time for peace, where differences are put aside
a time to even the score, differences that now lead to war

There is a time to laugh, because your heart has been tickled
and a time to cry, you, having been made emotionally crippled
a time to sigh, when you tire from having to fight the entire world
a time to die, when to that beautiful light your soul will be hurled

There is a time to choose, the time is unquestionably now
there is a time to negate, when your sin you wish to disavow
there is a time to confuse, to escape from those who are cruel
a time to stay at home, undesirables waiting for you at school

There is a time to run, because you can no longer hide from fear
and a time to hide, when your fear has overcome, it is very near
a time to have fun, the only way to drive worry from your mind
and a place for time to abide, now that evil has been put behind

A time to choose, defining your outlook on life, all people are brothers
having the ability to foresee consequences, our actions have on others
the element of hope has real meaning, those wishing life, if they choose
by reaching deep inside their hearts, and upon us their love they infuse

The time that passes by
With  flower’s  blossoming bright
Counting days along seconds
Separating   moment ‘s  from memories
Crazy scribbles become massive scripts
A  fun  joy  turns into a pained bliss
A summer with no ******
Like a power with no cover
Baby steps into staggered walk
Scrapped tears are now from pained fears
Sweet perfection seems like cruelty
A step improved unravels hidden dreams
Stuttering talks are now paragraphs
A lovely innocence on its way for a round about
As I sit and write with happy tears
Observing and recollecting all their wondrous layers
Distinguishing their past
Dreaming about their future
Just to see them bloom
To try take a leap at being free
I try hiding a grinning smile
Seeing   their  pleas with muffled cries
To tell them the story of two lovely boys
Who grew past their heart’s lair

There will always be two brave brothers;
Who put each other before another.

Whether hunting at dawn, dusk or night;
They will always be each other’s light.

In times of dark, despair or pain;
They will always try to keep the other sane.

When lost in purgatory, heaven or hell;
They will never bid each other farewell.

There will always be two brave brothers;
Who will always fight for one another.

keep doing things like you are now,
and I hope to see you get pushed even further down,
by the ones who are supposed to help pull you up.

I will and have always been here to help you,
              and have,
but one day that's going to stop.

and that's going to ****,
when you learn how much the world ***** first hand.
because no one holds your hand.

and life,
its not one plan,
its full of little things you eventually fall into,

but what you have fallen into,
is a sick and twisted pattern,
my old friend,

you gotta get out of this monster,
You know me,
by god,

our house,
everything's a ******* open book,
and sometimes I feel you don't even look,

but maybe your over looking,
or not looking close enough,
Because you were the one whose always had more then enough,

I don't say that to make u feel sorry for me,
but I say it so maybe you on top of everything,
Don't also have to be someone who is mean,

Having a knowledge about me,
you know how,
kids can me cruel,

and your constant put downs,
are no better then the ones I get served at school daily,
from teachers students and friends and now I guess my family,

Being told theirs nothing wrong,
like lying to me,
telling me my dreams are now a reality,

BUT THERE NOT,
because there are too many things wrong to name,
and my dream wont ever become more then a game,
because my mind is being told lies to feed my flame,

and you can call me the lier,
and call it my own game,
ad that I'm only looking to gain,

But I only want to gain,
What I've always been denied,
And that used to be the help I needed in school,

But as you said,
Like everyone else too,
I'm going no where,

So all I ask for,
Is my happiness they robbed me of,
but that's impassible to get back,

Just like love,
But I can at lest act loving,
And pretend happiness is a thing that exists for me,

because I don't know,
What else to do,
because I've missed out on so much,

and for you to tell me I'm stupid and don't know ****,
That's *******,
you don't know ****,

Our house was and always will be an open book,
my life's been discussed openly,
you know everything about me,

so I'll ask you this,
Why didn't you chose,
to look closely?