Don't

My son has always done a lot of writings. I really treasure these even thou they are dark, that is the one gift that is so special to me. I know they are of his pain but I think they could be a teaching tool for society to realize the pain they are going through. They don't need more placed upon them by passing judgement on them. When was the last time we tried to stand in someone elses shoes? I have this writing of my son's that I share with you to again gain some type of understanding of the pain our sons and daughters feel.

Don't

The hour glass shapes me or makes me scared, I am such a little girl.

Don't mean to be but it's just me, it's who I am.

I love, I laugh, I still sing out loud, maybe I miss the things other boys do,

maybe I miss the way society says it should be- morally be.

I miss me. I don't remember the real me- only the me I am now.

My memory serves me so wrong - lies piled high on a worn plate,

lies turned to guilt and everlasting sorrow.

Lies I wish I could turn in truths, truths that can make someone

everyone will except, someone god could be proud of - not me.

Anonymous

If those of you after reading this have no compassion then I guess you are so full of pride that the spirit cannot reach you at this time.

I'm not sure of his age when he wrote this but I think it was when he was about 15 to 20 years old.