Your mom says that I'll ruin
The nice suit you wear
Your dad wishes to wipe
The troublesome stain on his son
They look at me with sneers
I am all but a thorn
In their world of glass roses
So they ignore the poor soul
That holds her heart on her shoulder
They neglected me and now
I will show my claws and fangs
"Those who have nothing, fear nothing."

I screamed, I shouted
Gave half of my voice to let it all out
My mouth a chasm and words poured out
But like a balloon that ran out of air
My words made no difference
To the person that should care
Her mind of steel could not understand
That those words were right and true

A new year has come and will leave too
But problems from 2019 will come for me soon
I spoke my mind for the first time
And all I got was stares like I was a mime
I cannot stop, I am not free yet
And continue writing my sorrows
In cheap, bitter poetry

"You should speak louder."
Have you ever been told these words?
I always try to speak
But no one can hear me.
I am used to it.
Have you ever tried to speak your mind?
Your opinion might not be liked.
That is why I don't speak too much.
Just smile.
It is easier.

I will be waiting for you
May it be a hundred years or two
On the corner of 25th Avenue
Where the little girl in blue is
Waiting for you

I will be waiting for you
On the clear ocean blue
In a great big balloon
Looking, far as the eye can see
Your little bumblebee
Waiting for thee

She will be waiting for him
Through hail, wind, and snow
Your little girl shivering from
Head to toe

Thou you have no plan
On letting her know
That you will not be coming
Through hail, wind, and snow

Dear Lily, do you remember
Of the days of laughter and joy
When swings used to give us wings
And the meadows a lush jungle.
How is your brother doing these days?
Is he still writing songs of love
That he would sing for us
On the sunniest of days?
We should meet again someday
At the sad, old weeping tree.
It was always weeping in misery
And I was always crying for hope to settle
Until dawn rose over the golden hills.
It and I are quite similar in the way
That it never stopped weeping
And I never stopped crying.

A last goodbye from your dear friend.

There is no other way
But your way in this house
It can't be my way
It can only be your way
But I don't like your way
Don't move that
Don't use it like that
You will forget where you put things
And I will never find it again
Just let be
Just ignore it
Like you ignore me
Everything cannot always be
Your Way