I spent last summer on the lake behind your farm,
Casting my line, with no luck.
The sun beat down and freckled my face;
The wind tossed my hair about.
I discovered myself that summer,
And the funny thing is. . .

I never caught a fish.

"I hate my parents. They don't understand,"
She uttered into the phone
"They refuse to see it from my point of view,
And they won't leave me alone!"

I tried to console her, but there were no words
That could heal the pain in her heart.
She continued to tell me of the judgment at home
And how much it tore her apart.

Her parents were older (considerably so)
Than mine, or anyone our age.
They were very traditional, with old-fashioned views,
They were stuck in out-dated ways.

Week after week of silence passed,
No relief was found.
Her parents were devastated, as was I,
When her body was lowered into the ground.

The pressure built up, the hurt, the shame,
She felt that she couldn't survive.
I belive it was these thoughts,
That compelled her to take her own life.

Why do we judge in the way that we do?
Why insult, bully, and tease?
Smaller egos, and kinder hearts,
Could put our world at peace.

Your rusty gate screeches ajar,
Signaling my arrival.
(I know that you see me,
But I tip-toe ever so slowly
Down past your beloved car)

I firmly knock on your bright red door,
But you pretend to be out.
I'm sure that you're there,
But you're probably just scared
Of me, who you refer to as "*****".

I no longer need you as a crutch.
In fact, I don't need you at all.
I take a bat to your windows,
to your door, my key
(Guess you won't be forgetting me.)
Hope your repairs don't cost too much.

My body's sprawled out on the beach,
Salt water slowly nearing.
While I do not enjoy the water,
My sun-burnt legs are searing.

Cool water covers my sand-caked thighs,
Washes discomfort away.
If life was like the beach,
Troubles would be soaked with that salty spray.

I look to the sky,

I stare at the ground.

What do I see?

Nothing.

I glance to my left,

I peer to my right.

Who's standing there?

No one.

I wonder what has happened,

Where can they all be?

But I am so focused on myself,

That is all I see.

Let's bully, lie, and threaten.
Words will never hurt, right?
Physical wounds heal much faster,
Than the holes found in my heart.

Go ahead! Look at my face,
and be fooled by my plastered smile.
Maybe the hurt is not showing,
But that doesn't make it futile.

I'll do my best not to cry in public.
I don't want you to know of your power.
You're just a monster, driven by hate.
I can put up with you no longer.

Baseless words
fueled by hate.
Just keep
your mouth shut.