In this world of evil and hurt
We are made to believe that we are dirt...
He stood staring
Hearing the echo of their words...
Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...
I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...
Hypocrite
(for the so-called Politicians...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...
Sitting in an old dusty attic room, she looks...
Wondering why her Mother takes her there to hide...
Why do we care so much
About what other people say...
I am surrounded by zombies
in the darkest lobbies...
I listened to the radio
As I drove home from work...