What do you seek to accomplish

By kneeling against your flag?

A muddy knee

and some publicity?

The goal has been lost

In your haste for fame.

Now all you do is arouse hate.

You wanted equality, not a debate.

Like a child you cry,

Not knowing why.

Stop this please,

No more greed.

Do you really think,

You're not free?

The only thing that holds you back,

Is the self respect you deny and lack.

That flag you loath,

It represents you.

Have some pride, before it's too late,

Stop encouraging hate.

speaking has never been my gift

i'd rather hide in darkened closets

from injurious maternal intention

from the cowardly hypocrisy of men

from the fevers of everyday life

words on paper have always held my hand

the innocence of a softly written hymn

through sobbing eyes

the sound of the pen 

the swishing daggers 

of my heart

I keep depression hidden, out of sight

A girl must be socially acceptable

Better to look good than feel good, they say

And hey baby, I'm looking impeccable

I pass the gossips in the hall

"How are you?" As if they care

"I'm good, real good," I answer back

I walk off with a toss of my hair

My long hair is shiny, I brush it each day

No more days where I skip a shower

My clothes are clean, my teeth are brushed

I'm not shooting from the bell tower

My face is made up, I'm looking pretty

Make-up is my mask and my shield

To hide the fact that I don't give a fuck

That I am so far away from being healed

What would they say, if I answered with truth

"I'm unwell, I may have lost my mind.

I'm putting myself in dangerous spots,

I'm vulnerable, I'm lost, I'm resigned.

I'm seeking validation in the eyes of men,

I should've quit that shit when I was younger

Diet Pepsi and gummy bears keep me alive

Marlboro Lights are what feed my hunger

I don't lock my doors at all anymore

I like to wander the streets in the night

Hoping to meet my demise there in the dark

Cursing survival when I see the sunlight

I pay no bills until things get shut off

I've had no hot water for over a week

I don't even care, I guess that's the main thing

Lack of motivation, so to speak

I don't want to come to work, I hate my job

I sit at my desk without doing anything

When the day is over, I don't want to go home

Truthfully, I hate everyone and everything"

Aaahh, the look of shock would be priceless

Really, is there even a correct response?

"I'm praying for you," with a phony hug

Unable to hide their smug nonchalance

There are a few who love me, who truly care

I hate making them worried and sad

Tired of hearing them lecture and bitch

What's the point in all of us feeling bad?

So I keep it to myself, I lock down my crazy

I recite sanity like a Bible verse

Being depressed is no one's business but mine

It's my secret, my burden, my curse