Friends are far, friends are near.
Friends will be there to lend an ear.
They listen, laugh, and care,
But most of all, they're always there.

Through thick and thin, up and down,
Your true friends are always around.
For treats, hugs, and real big smiles,
They'll travel to you from several miles.

They'll always be there to hold you tight.
Anytime, no matter if it's day or night.
You really know when your friends are sincere
When they always show up to lend their ear.

We are abused but we know not guilt
We shoot to the sun, not to the ground
The hammer awaits us, but we don't shout
We are adorned flowers, thus we stick out
They tried to uproot us but we refuse to wilt
Tried to make us like they are, make us tilt
We have a problem with the way the world is bent
Our message has been written, wrapped and sent
They took our message and cross-examined it
Called us insane and tried to cure our insanity
Made us more manageable, an object to study
But they didn't see we are the corner stones of society
We are prophets the world sweeps under a rug
We get stabbed in the back each time we give a hug
The kind the world refuses to listen to
And gives us drugs to chew
If they could they would give us lobotomies
And electric shocks, like they did throughout history
Some say they are not ready
Not on our frequency
But in reality
They love lies and secrecy
For they are servants to money
Most of our parents were such
You must die to be free
Is that asking too much?

bandaids on my wrist.
i wish they worked.
i wish i did.

I’m in a cynical mood
Time to write something rude
I don’t care what you think
It doesn’t matter, I won’t blink
For all of you who think you know it
Maybe it’s time for the cynical poet