Let Orpheus drown out their voice
for I am not ready to leap into the wild sea...
Deep inside, there is another me;
Desperately pleading, waiting to be free...
I look at my present condition and
I let out a few tears...
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
Tales of joy ringing off the rooftops...
We, society, see a problem child, a kid that...
A teenager who just intentionally sets about...
In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...
To you, maybe
it means...
Dirty publicity
Local tabloids...
Sheeple!
We hear your call, see your tears...
The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring...
Of struggle
I know nothing of...
Your conscience, your campus
As a poet, don't lose it...