I think this world is cruel,
I think we've got a problem.
If someone's got a mental illness,
We try to figure out how to solve them.
Maybe they need someone to listen,
While their parents feed them drugs.
In the moonlight, their tears glisten,
And all they're wishing for is love.
They're wishing for a break,
Just a minute to themselves.
Their hearts are full of ache,
While bottles pile on the shelves.
Just because it isn't understood,
Doesn't mean it isn't valid.
Because they feel society's shoves,
The only thing they'll eat is salad.
And it really, truly scares me,
The way we treat this generation.
Older people just can't see,
That it's because of their society's placement.
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Mistaken
ПоэзияA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
