A simple expression
Laughter fills the halls
"You just got burned"
"Need some ice for that"
It's it great to feel inadequate
You simply were talking, to your one or two friends
Or maybe sitting quietly with your phone in hand
But obviously you did something wrong
You hurt these people, so they must hurt you
That first day of school every year
It will always be one of your biggest fears
Because after a few months of healing and salvation
You're life tosses you back into damnation
Yes I know, how cheesy it rhymes
Another poem about rough times
For high school students
But it's no big deal
"Kids will be kids" they say
But is that true?
Well I think kids will be their parents
Through and through
Maybe it won't look like it
They're still themselves of course
But deep down you can see
If the parents are mean so are they
Or maybe not
But I know I can manipulate people like my mom
My friend can charm people into loving her like her's
My brother loves to build just like his father
So why do we let them get away
With taunts and teasing
Studies have shown we are not born to hate
So who's teaching us?
Certainly not the teachers at school
For they lecture us and tell us the exact opposite
So who left to blame but the parents?
But then why are they so mean
"Kids will be kids"
And parents will learn from theirs
They will either be their parents
Or be someone else
But then who will their kids be?
Will they be kind and learn to love?
Or will their life leave them thinking they're above
Everyone else in their world
So put them in control
Take the other's for a whirl
Around and around in their own heads
Why are the nice ones always dead?
Because they're nice
They don't fight back because they hurt
We don't know how to deal
With the pain we make for ourselves
No one told us that we could be our own worst enemies
So when there's a civil war and one at your borders
Your country collapses
Your castles burned to ashes
But, "kids will be kids"
They'll laugh because you cut yourself
Or laugh because you dress in dark colors
Maybe just laugh because, they can
But what about those mean kids
What darkness have they faced
Are their parents waiting for them at home
And if they are what's in their hands
No one knows your story unless you tell them
And you won't know theirs until they tell you
But when people are so careless with words
It leaves wounds that will never heal
So we let the wounds fester and grow
Made by peers and parents
And it drags us below
To our darkest thoughts where the air is sparse
Until your lungs fill with water
And your legs are weighed down
The rocks and chains keeping you trapped
Until you can't breathe
So "kids will be kids"
And we can keep pretending that's right
Or we can step in, and step up
And make kids human
