Who’s gonna care for you?
Who will show the way?
Who will find the light
When the sun descends each day?
A child to be exploited
Manipulated and prostituted
Bad choices made with mirrors
Doors shut, firmly booted
Who’s gonna guide you?
Point to the right direction
A childhood to be wasted
Staring at its reflection
Dark fingers will be clawing
Promises made with gold
Sorrow is your struggle
Before you get too old
And then I find a book that I really love, and I talk about it for a while so I won’t seem like I hate everything. In other words, I hate everything!
Matthilda Bertstein Sycamore
1994ever 