The members of today
Never seem to listen
They have become too comfortable
Comfortable in their habits
That's why humans are so weak
We are creatures of habit
They never listen
Because they think we are wrong
Just because we are young
Why is that
It's because they look at all
As if we were one
They let the bad stand out above
Making them think we are all like that
How can I make them see?
That I'm not them I'm me
How can I show?
That there is so much more to know
I am no slut
Who falls over easy
I am no druggy
That blames the government for everything
I am me
Always have been
I guess they won't see
They will live
All the people
That appear around me
Seem to have their own thing
Whether it be music
Or maybe they like art
I have tried so much
And found so little
I find no comfort
In the lullaby of music
Nor in creating beautiful things
I can't do anything useful
The only thing I can do
Is burry my head in a book
Pretending that it's all real
Trying to forget my life
I have found myself
Trying to replicate the rhythm
The way a writer can tell stories
Never letting our attention falter
But every time I try
Every time
I sit and stare
At the blank page before me
It taunts me
Mocking me
calling me the dirty child I am
Reminder
I have lived here all my life
I know of nothing else
But it makes me wonder
What's to our freedom?
They say we are better
Then what?
They say have nothing to worry about
That itself makes me worry
When we have people going around killing
Pretending to be holy
Or the ones
Who take our children away
Are we truly free?
Can we love who we want?
No we are bound
Bound by society
By family
By our own imaginations
We can't run
we can't speak
We can't work
we can't learn
Are we truly free?
I want to be able to dance
To music only I hear
I want to be able to speak freely
Without being hated for what I said
The way I see
Speed
Such a simple word
Yet there are many that try to achieve it
How much fun it is going fast
Speed
There is one
A speed I have come to love
Every time he cresses my skin
I love how my heart races
How my thoughts race
Speed
What am I to do
I don't know what his mind sees
I don't know his thoughts
What do I do?
Speed
The things I have seen
Just seem to be
Unneedingly mean
Oh but not he
He was kind and true
Man he made me laugh
But he said "it's not you
I just prefer her"
Haven't seen him since that day
I try to hold it back
But it comes anyway
The rain falls
A comforting patter
I close up my walls
And nothing seems to matter
For here I am safe
Inside my head
Others say it's bad
That I might end up dead
Sometimes I wish THEY had
It hurts less here
Why can't they see
They try to hold me here
Please let me be
As I walked alone on that Country dirt road
I can smell the flowers growing wild
I can feel the soil below my bare feet
Sing a wordless song with the blue birds
The rabbits hopping alongside munching grass
The wind urges me forward, whispering
Playing with my plaid dress, so soft
I break into a sprint the cabin, so close
Its always been mine, so homey
Up the drive I speed out of breath
Happy thoughts of my haven force haste
Reach the door almost there
But what's this the door is gone, all vanished
Eyes coming in to focus, shock
Back in this mundane life a home a school
It brings tears, so painful
My haven was taken from m
The members of today
Never seem to listen
They have become too comfortable
Comfortable in their habits
That's why humans are so weak
We are creatures of habit
They never listen
Because they think we are wrong
Just because we are young
Why is that
It's because they look at all
As if we were one
They let the bad stand out above
Making them think we are all like that
How can I make them see?
That I'm not them I'm me
How can I show?
That there is so much more to know
I am no slut
Who falls over easy
I am no druggy
That blames the government for everything
I am me
Always have been
I guess they won't see
They will live
All the people
That appear around me
Seem to have their own thing
Whether it be music
Or maybe they like art
I have tried so much
And found so little
I find no comfort
In the lullaby of music
Nor in creating beautiful things
I can't do anything useful
The only thing I can do
Is burry my head in a book
Pretending that it's all real
Trying to forget my life
I have found myself
Trying to replicate the rhythm
The way a writer can tell stories
Never letting our attention falter
But every time I try
Every time
I sit and stare
At the blank page before me
It taunts me
Mocking me
calling me the dirty child I am
Reminder
I have lived here all my life
I know of nothing else
But it makes me wonder
What's to our freedom?
They say we are better
Then what?
They say have nothing to worry about
That itself makes me worry
When we have people going around killing
Pretending to be holy
Or the ones
Who take our children away
Are we truly free?
Can we love who we want?
No we are bound
Bound by society
By family
By our own imaginations
We can't run
we can't speak
We can't work
we can't learn
Are we truly free?
I want to be able to dance
To music only I hear
I want to be able to speak freely
Without being hated for what I said
The way I see
Speed
Such a simple word
Yet there are many that try to achieve it
How much fun it is going fast
Speed
There is one
A speed I have come to love
Every time he cresses my skin
I love how my heart races
How my thoughts race
Speed
What am I to do
I don't know what his mind sees
I don't know his thoughts
What do I do?
Speed
The things I have seen
Just seem to be
Unneedingly mean
Oh but not he
He was kind and true
Man he made me laugh
But he said "it's not you
I just prefer her"
Haven't seen him since that day
I try to hold it back
But it comes anyway
The rain falls
A comforting patter
I close up my walls
And nothing seems to matter
For here I am safe
Inside my head
Others say it's bad
That I might end up dead
Sometimes I wish THEY had
It hurts less here
Why can't they see
They try to hold me here
Please let me be
As I walked alone on that Country dirt road
I can smell the flowers growing wild
I can feel the soil below my bare feet
Sing a wordless song with the blue birds
The rabbits hopping alongside munching grass
The wind urges me forward, whispering
Playing with my plaid dress, so soft
I break into a sprint the cabin, so close
Its always been mine, so homey
Up the drive I speed out of breath
Happy thoughts of my haven force haste
Reach the door almost there
But what's this the door is gone, all vanished
Eyes coming in to focus, shock
Back in this mundane life a home a school
It brings tears, so painful
My haven was taken from m