by Lauren J. 8th grade Student, Boca Raton, FL
It has come to a point in time where violence surrounds us.
Taking in young children like its kin.
Showing how fun it is to sin.
I’ve seen it all.
Witnessed it so much so that I don’t know where to start or begin.
The hatred that man has created has been long awaited
We see it in homes
Deep into the catacombs of our minds
There’s no time to rewind what has taken over young people’s minds
The place they call home might as well be a hole
It’s as if they’ve lost control
Feeding off of everyone's soul
The effect lingers just like paint on the tips of our fingers
I see it, wonder why everyone else just leaves it
Constant name changing turns into proclaiming
There is no stop to what we’re creating
They insist on therapy when all they need is clarity
Once then will they see prosperity
Realizing how good it is to feel alive
Finding out different ways that they can thrive
And being able to say that they’ve truly survived
Lauren J. is an 8th Grade Student, Don Estridge HTMS