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Author Name: FreeJam 1 Comments
Date Added: July 19, 2004 05:07:49 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Lost Kids
Who are we, the children that slip between the cracks, the ones that hang around but can never fit in? They said generation X was long gone, but something must have lived on, because somewhere we seem to have lost ourselves. And we’re right here under your nose, you’d notice us straight away, but we’re doped up on prozac and lithium, and sweetened with therapy and ritalin. And you’d see us but you don’t want to take responsibility. You’ve made us outsiders to ourselves, trying to make us just like you. We bleed from knives and blades when you twist the wrong keys inside us. We’re hurting and we’re crying inside, but you just keep feeding us lies, till we can’t take it no more, and, bleeding, we fall down to the floor. And we scream out for help, won’t you accept who we are, won’t you hold us tight, take the tears that we are, please take them and wipe away our scars.
But you lock us out and throw away the key, if we’re not like you then why should you care, why should you help us to smile, to laugh again. And you build houses for us, with names we can never understand, like rehab and clinic, and we wonder why we can’t stop burning inside. We wonder why we never feel at home, and wander for days trying to shed our skin, trying other people on, seeing if they can get in. And nothing ever feels right, it’s a fight to make it through the day, and the same tomorrow, and tomorrow’s tomorrow. Why did you do this to us? Why did you make things this way, is there no way for us to have our own say in changing this place?

And we’re not supposed to be questioning everything that you believe, but we do. And we’re not supposed to know better, but we do. And we’re not supposed to tear ourselves apart trying to be like you, but we do. And we’re not even supposed to exist, but we do. And we’re growing, each and every day, each and every time we’re glossed over with sugar and hate we burn faster inside, till one day we’re going to break loose. And when that day comes around, we’ll remember the words you say. We’ll remember the things that you did. We’ll remember every time you cursed us, the lost kids.
Author's Notes:
I write a bit of prose essay type thingys as well as poetry, someday soon my site will be up for anyone who wants to read more of this sorta stuff :)
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Comment By: FreeCandie on July 28, 2004 07:23:01 AM Report
I really like what you wrote, it says so much about society and kids these days. Loved it. Keep writing.



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