Shattered Thoughts

Poem: Boys Will Be Boys

Boys Will Be Boys.

By- Citizen_of_hell

Boys will be boys

Girls will be toys.

Isn't that something that destroys?

You want to look cool

So you throw us in the pool.

While you take another hit off your juule.

But juules soon turn to cigs

And pools turn into school.

Why do you all act so cruel?

You shadow us in the halls 

Thinking that makes you have more balls.

It isn't funny when you corner us in the stalls.

Are you blind to our hints?

You think your a prince

While you make us all wince.

Cool turns to fool.

Your rage is like the sun.

When did your stick turn into a gun?

Your group of friends handed you that gun.

But your the one who thought it was fun.

I walk in shame when I see that now you all have one.

You start using that slang.

Starting to get used to the bangs.

The little friend group had turned into a gang.

You run around with your guns 

Looking like you are all gangsters under the sun.

But you still think it's fun.

You wear a bag around your head and call yourself a gangster.

But it's alright because you say your still looking for an answer.

"The gun I have is my answer." You say.

And then you made it go off that day.

But you claim it's just horseplay.

Playing around with metal in your hands.

Screaming this is my land

And no one understands!

On one faithful day a group of boys turned into a gang.

On one faithful day a juule turned into a cig.

On one faithful day a stick turned into a gun.

On one faithful day BOYS WILL BE BOYS turned into something that destroys.

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I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea so let me just clarify. In this poem i am not slamming boys or anything. I am just trying to portray how something harmless could maybe turn into something horrible. And how others around can influence us greatly.