I ask and Take,
Fight and Break.
I Burn and pretend to be a Snake;
To get people who cry to get along.
Who tend to Sneak around.

I always wondered what concept Follows
When a child is faced with something New
What breaks a Fighter
who usually Solos
In everything he ever Knew and witnessed.
Why must he understand the Laughter
Of the crowd.

What makes some Understand,
More than civil words and calm breaths ever would.
Why must I Stand for This.
Its too hard for This child.
But it's the ability to grab another's heart.
With less words, more Actions
More physical touch, and compassion.
Less sad days, more happy Reactions.

May I give the Sad girl a happy Reaction,
And the Sad boy more Compassion.

It never snows
But it still blows
To realize
That life is never easy
You have challenges everyday
Feels like war
In my brain
Constantly fighting
My sanity
To live another day
As I wonder what I did
I’m stuck with the feeling of regret
For what I have done
Without knowing
Without thinking
I already forgive
I guess it’s either being
Naive or forgiving
But really
It is just me
Overthinking

Why am I writing as if it’s important
Does typing count as writing
Probably not but that’s not important
What is
Is what next word I’m going to type
Will it be deep
Or simple
Or just a little dull like my recent ones
All depends
Am I a deep
Or a controversial writer
And am I a writer if I type through piece of glass.
To share my thoughts to history and publicity.
For a little encouragement to keep me busy.
As I’m going crazy with my school drama
And rambling of random things
That aren’t important for me to remember as years go by
But bothers me more than a Sunday night