May we teach our children
the love for the unloved things-
the bee and its sting, the out casts,
an ugly duckling.

Children who sense rainbow needs rain
and find muddy puddles fun
as much as they ran
under the warm summer sun.

And when they're grown,
may they see kindness
has no color, shape, nor size
To listen to unheard utters-
a bird's forgotten musings,
the wind's coldest sigh,
a breaking heart.

May they keep pacing with the slow
to reach a place where
all beautiful things glow.

And when they learn to
love the unloved things,
May they be fonder
Of all gentle things
And be the ones.

You have always been selfless and done good for others
Even when you were the one that needed rescue
You've helped those in pain
Helped those in misery
Tell me
How is that going for you?
You've done so much
Helped so much
And for that
Thank you

Please don't be sad
You're legendary
You've done pure things, great things
So things will come around Eventually
I hope your future is a little less crazy
And a little more heavenly

Thanks again for losing your sanity
Just to make someone else's day happy
You deserve more praise
And maybe a raise too.

Stop trying to help people so much
It only gets you in trouble
I guess

What is raw?
What is real?
What is simply making it worse?

All these wounds
Never heal
Because time can’t go in reverse

I can write
All these things
About how I used to be

Let it out
For a crowd
So they can all see

But it won’t help
Not one bit
If they know what’s deep inside

All it does
Is make me
Regret that I even tried