Smile

There is a little boy,
that's in pre-k.
It's nice to the smile on his,
almost everyday.
on an occasion,
I can see that it is fake.
sometimes I can see,
the bruises on his face.
I wonder where he gets them,
but i have an idea.
Sometimes I see,
the rage in his mother's eyes.
I wish I could,
take that mess,
off his chest.
Just so he could,
smile,
without it being so fake.

What Would You do

Your hear your little girl,
screaming in her bed.
You run to see her,
looking at you,
crying her eyes out.
You think,
what you should do.
When you walk into her room,
you go to her bed,
to embrace her.
As your arms,
touch her,
she begins to fade.
Fade from,
within your arms.
As reality,
comes into view.
You notice tears,
running down,
your face.
You realize,
that this is,
the fifth time,
this week.
You go back,
to last week.
The week,
that your little girl.
screamed,
and vanished.
All you can think,
is what you want.
You want,
it to stop.
Go away.
You want her,
to either,
come home,
or leave,
you,
alone.

Positive Quote

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Skillet

Author's Note

I think what I'm going to do is each week I'm going to post songs that people may be able to relate to.

Author's Note:

Poetry is the only way to express your self.  Sometimes music can really help.  To be able to hear some else be sad with you, is better than feeling alone.