The Children By Madison Wang I watch the children on the far left playground Preferring them over the other one They build high sand castles Telling me they're building the utopia As sand crumbles under their fingers Where everyone is equal, they insist They leave out signs, flimsy against the wind One girl holds one, screaming righteousness I ask her about the words, questioning She yells the same things again I ask her about a problem I see She ignores me When I leave her, she is still blindly screaming For their fantasies they insist on everything How I act, how I speak, how I breathe I wear a blue cap like them They give me duties to fulfill Because the children need to be cared for Hard to believe when they kick me I agree with almost all they say Then you disagree, then you disagree How quick are they to shove their foot in my ribcage I ask them how to be happy In their utopia, they say And with vengeance and repentance From those that have wrong them, past, present, future Only when they repent will they be happy Because it is their fault Only if you pity then and coddle them Will they ever be happy That is not happiness I tell them I will be happy, they say, if I demand pity If I wait for others to save me What if I save myself? No, no, no, that's what they want you to think They the monsters they believe crawl around Hiding their rightful repentance They scribble with crayon a picture Clawed inhuman creatures, bright red like blood I've seen them before The children at the other playground Blood-red monsters that deserve cruelty they call They are no monsters, I think Even if we disagree I want no repentance and no pity Then the children cower and wail at me They denounce me, calling me a monster I look over their faces, burning with self-righteousness The children refuse reality and refuse living They want their fantasies and their games But I want change, real change But they want nothing They hug their weaknesses to their chest They say they'll let go, but they won't "When will you grow up?" I say I turn to leave, leaving my blue cap behind |
Broken Soul By S. Green I was once a happy child. I wasn’t all alone. I had support from all my loved ones, but all of that changed on the phone. My father had to leave to somewhere afar, my mother as sick as can be. I felt so alone. No one could understand my pain. I took to writing my thoughts down and now I can see how broken I truly can be. I am a broken soul. I have no goal to achieve. I received so much hate and pain that now I don’t believe. All the hope I once had all went away. I can’t be saved anymore. I have already been sucked into the depths of despair. I have been broken beyond repair. I am a car without an engine. I am but a shell of a human. I am nothing. I am nothing and no one. I am a broken soul. I was once whole, but now I am a broken soul. I have no talents. I have no way to survive in this twisted world. Oh, how life can truly be cruel. I was a fool to believe that there are people out there who could be nice. Everyone that was trusted stabbed me in the back. It may be hurtful but I need to face the facts. I am a broken soul. There are no loopholes to take to fix me. No matter what I will remain shattered. All my pain, all my hatred, all my sorrows have engulfed me and took me over. I self-destructed from the inside-out. I can truly be called a broken soul. But this broken soul has found a ray of light. There are still people who love me I cannot give up this fight. I will live on for those I love I won’t cause them pain. I know what it feels like now to lose those you love I will work hard to make sure no one else does. When I grow up and get a job no one under my care will feel this hurt. I have found my calling. I now know my worth. I understand that things right now aren’t going as we planned. But everything will be alright as long as you can hold out a helping hand. Give back to those that loved you. Give back to those who cared. You matter in this world. Everyone will be lost without you. Don’t you dare give up cause then those you love will be hurt too. |