Poems by Farren Woodburr

noise

this one's technically by A, but Farren wrote parts of it

You don't want Him here

You say He is just confused

You think She is so much better

Just because He refused

To be who you wanted

She turned Her face away

From all the horrid things you told Him

When He refused to play His casted part 

In life's little play

He asked you to help Him

But you didn't

She told you not to hurt Him

But you did

Whispers around every turn

He can't make it to school

The comments that await Him

He avoids as a rule

Is He not good enough for you?

Would She be more appropriate?

Not for them

They prefer Him

He's where the happy is

You ask for Her back

But what you don't consider

Is maybe you're the reason

She almost ended up at the bottom of a river

That you didn't mean it

Is a meaningless sentiment

When all your words

Made Him a specialist

In slurs and words

That people use

As weapons when it's convenient

When someone else

Wants to be called human

We seem to have come to a disagreement

On who is right

And who is wrong

Because while He is trying

To understand, and learn

You're still preaching

That exact same verse

Even while you whisper

Screaming stains His brain

Her head always reminds Him

That He needs to feel pain

He keeps Himself busy

Staying away from the ever-painful cries

That She can't let out

Without risking His guise

He can't breathe enough as it is

But with you calling for Her,

His lungs barely make it

Crushed inside Her ribs

You hate that He doesn't agree

With your sense of right and wrong

What you won't hear Her out on

Is that maybe "She" was "He" all along