they talk to kids like we're carved out of stone
like our only goal in life
is to listen and grow
they just don't understand
so they try to close the doors
and shove lies down our throats
and still they wonder why we rebel
why kids are going to jail
while all they can do is sit there
and blame everyone except themselfs
they're our past, present, and future
yet they make it seem so easy
to mess it all up
with the blink of an eye
they have the power to
change us.
form us.
create us.
what if we had the power
would they finally understand
how we feel inside
they say they've been there before
they still fail to understand
it's not them now
its us
thier mistakes they made
are theirs
not ours
now it's our time
to make our own mistakes
and live our own lifes
if only
they had the strength to let us
. . .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem