I'm the neglected youth.
You probably have heard of me.
Maybe not in this way.
Maybe as crazy.
insane.
Or just mentally ill.
The world forgets about me.
And the others.
We are cast outs.
They don't care if we live for die.
They care what money is going in their pockets.
Us the youth.
Hurting and killing ourselves.
But there is no help for us.
Like there is no money for us.
Because the system is damaged.
The system is failing us.
S.R.Worth
YOU ARE READING
Seeing colour in the shade
PoetryI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
