I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
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...
In this world of evil and hurt
We are made to believe that we are dirt...
Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
Hypocrite
(for the so-called Politicians...
I'm a heterosexual,
Conservative white male...
We have been lonely sailing
In this ocean of divided unity...
I am surrounded by zombies
in the darkest lobbies...
Why do we care so much
About what other people say...
I listened to the radio
As I drove home from work...