Tear-Stained Faces
When we were young,
It was all fun and games.
We would scream at the top of our lungs,
And speak our minds with no shame.
We never cared about looks or power,
Kindness was the key.
No one was the top, no one was lower,
Equality was all our innocent eyes could see.
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But things have changed,
And we'll never get it back.
Others are the target for misplaced rage,
Trying to get what they lack.
Beauty is all people see,
Any one else loses their gaze.
Yet they wonder why the world isn't free,
Or why many tearful eyes aren't raised.
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Many eyes are filled with fear,
As they walk to school.
'cause they know what they will hear,
They are definitely not fools.
So can it be said,
That the young are becoming fools?
That the wise are the one's that led,
The 'fools' as they grew?
Or is it that we aren't fools,
But rather only a select few are?
That the populars at school,
Will never really be the star?
All I know is that the tear-stained faces,
That cry themselves to sleep at night.
Will catch the dreams that they chance,
When they don't give into their fright.