the adults don't care
as long as we're not there
hold on, take the bite
it's dangerous to start a fight
screaming, crying, a heavy slap
punched and left on the bathroom mat
turn the music down, do what you're told
your freedom goes to you when they're frail and old
pain, insults, scarred for ages
our minds are trapped in the tearing pages
pills are a way out, the neck will have to go
let's stand up and give them a horror show
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
