Everyone in this world needs a little saving
From the treacherous ones,
From all the things that might seem so overwhelming,
Too overwhelming to even be possible.

Everyone in this world deserves the best
No matter how rough they may be,
No matter how shrewd they may be

But to the ones like you,
The ones that are so pure at heart,
The ones that put others first, no matter what they're going through themselves,
You, deserve something even better.

You may feel desperate at times,
Desperate for your share, for your share of love
And of life, and of happiness, and of satisfaction
But with time you shall have it all,

Every single thing that you've ever wished for,
You shall have it all,
But not before the time is right
Not before this world has prepared you for it.

You may have a lot of friends,
And you may not be able to share your mind with them,
But you oughta know that you're being heard,
You're being heard every single time you wish to be heard.

There may be times when you feel low,
Times when you feel that life is not just,
Times when you want to quit and stay low,
But remember that times like these are the best for that must needed ******.

Life is hard, I get it
But you're a winner, trust me
You've got everything sorted in your head, even though you may not know about it,
You've got it all sorted out in your heart.

Just be grateful for what you have,
Hold on to the ones who look out for you,
Take your time to absorb everything that's going on with you,
And, with your head held high, kick all the walls down that try to hold you hostage.

For you are the one you've been looking for in all the wrong places,
For you are the hero in your story,
For you are one of a kind, unparalleled,
For you are, already in your mind, whatever you dream to be.

I cannot tell if my heart is unjust
I cannot tell If I am alive
I cannot tell if I have a choice
I cannot tell if my words are worthy
I cannot speak although I have a voice
is it fait that I was given
a faintest of a chance to live
for I have not done a difference
and my words are undone
by any fellow that claims he's me
Do I have a personality
behind this mask I've been hiding behind
im scared the mask is my true own self
and once I remove it
I wont be alive.

Was there ever a story
As sad or unjust
As that of the Lady Jane Grey?

Abused by her mother
And forced to wed
At 16 already literally
Lost her head.

You can't tell me it was right
I saw their faces, I saw your face
Pain, sadness, all the bad things, I saw it
I felt their hope fade, the silence in their ears
You can't tell me it was right

You didn't hear the cracking sounds their hearts made
You did't feel the blood pumping throughout their brains
You put a hand on them, you inflicted that pain
But you don't know do you?
It was not right

Crouching on the mud dirt ground,
Is a child,
sweat, blood, tears,
Smudging its face,
Sunken eyes,
Sinking deeper into its face,
Of misery,
Of loss,
Of a crippled reality,
So harsh- unjust,
Its skin is paper thin,
Eyes like a nights sky,
But missing the stars,

Its 7,
Still pure,
Still innocent,
Unlike the world,
Who turned against it,
Before it even took its first breath,
It was this world that killed its parent's,
Siblings, Uncles and Aunts,
Killed its soul,
Cut out the love,
Pushed forward the pain,
This world seems to think its funny- a game,
But it's not,
It's not,
It's a boy,
And nobody ever learned his name.

Dishonorable, repugnant, grotesque.
Words highlighted, bright,
In correlation with your actions.

Gristle filled morality.
Chewing on the facts;
Unable to digest.

Audacity to ask
For cruel silence.
Allegiance forcibly chosen.

Claws against ribcage
Something's trying to escape
You put in chains.

Thoughts off the edge
Falling in circles
Crashing on pikes.

Hands clinched tight
On brittle strands
Of ***** blonde hair. snap

A cowards lies
Tattooed on my bones
"Approved eyes only."

Can't breathe
Atmosphere is toxic
Gassed by friendly fire.

Status quo upheld
Smile, pretty white teeth.
Ready to rip out.

What is fair?
It is a simple question.
I never really knew what was fair and what wasn't.

Do what you are told.

As a child one continues on, no matter the circumstances.
Do they question the fairness of what they're exposed?

No.

It is only upon reflection that one feels the indignation that they endured.
More often than not, the suffering at the hands of another.

Is this fair?

Pent up anger, so suppressed it causes physical disease.
Passive annoyance, felt, but never spoken.

What is one to do when this is their reality?

How can one unleash the pain of indignation?

Who determines what is fair and unjust?

These are questions which are difficult to answer, therefore, remain rhetorical.

For sometimes an answer in the spoken form, is never enough.
Nor is an apology.