If you could walk in my shoes for a day, even just pick my brain to see all my grey, all the black and white, by the end of the night you'd have such a fright, and thousands more respect for me. For avoiding the light, the sight of the things I’ve seen, the abandonment, the beatings the lost hopes and dreams. The screams for help, never replied to, and the fight I contently thrive through. The heights I’ve gone to, just to fall and spew, my strength all over the ground. Just to pick it all up with a few rocks, and mound new hope, with new goals, and heights, and dreams. All to end up back on the ground, with torn seams. Childhood so undeveloped, never even been to a zoo. When will people get a clue? My life is not even blue, its black and no one’s ever had my back, and the lack of support, the many times in court. Always cleaning up others slack, and holding my problems, as I stack theirs on my shoulders. Acting like I’m as strong as boulders. Faking a smile being on papers in a five inch thick folder, marked in a juvenile file, when all I want is someone, not filled with denial. That sees through my smile, and will stay for more than a lil while, believe in me, not leave, not deceive, or make me grieve, but only relive all my pain and sorrow. Someone I know is always gonna be there tomorrow.