The World is
a handful of colors...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
“Be yourself,”
But then they tell me to change...
If only I knew then what I know now
how would my life be...
Captive
confined imprisoned...
Sometimes it's just the simple things in life
That will give us the biggest smile...
They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...
Hundreds are missing
thousands have lost their home...
Dear terrorist
I use this name...
If it feels your life is at it's end,
And you want to surrender the fight...
You never grow up
but if you are fortunate...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...