Dark Nights

On dark nights, in cold beds I cry Tears of purity, tears of asking why I cry with questions, Do they believe in me Do they let me even try? They don’t understand My effort They can’t solve my Darkness Bleeding with agony, I fall in pieces Pieces that are hard to be rejoined together Pieces incurved, sharp, Broken Never meant to be joined People try to take the best of me, go away Feelings just thrown away Not even give a thought about my tragedy My tragedy, my misery, my life… If I messed up, I’m the bad guy If I did good still I’m the bad guy There isn’t a thing in them That says: it’s ok It was a mistake I didn’t mean too, no you did How come are you crazy? Is it craziness that causes mistakes? Or is it their attitude that makes no sense Sometimes I think adults make rules Rules about what is right or wrong No sparkle in their eyes No passion in their veins They’ve lost the motive to feel To sense…., to forgive!