Favortism

Favoritism, what a great way to treat kids Pick your favorite, forget the others Make them hate themselves Let them cry alone in the night The twinkle in the eyes, The twinkle that shows pride How that mere thing can be something for which a man yearns the most He'll never have that twinkle He'll never make anyone proud Pretend they don't exist They start to believe it They begin to bleed just for someone to notice No one loves enough to stop the bleeding Insult after insult They hide the bruises The cracks it makes on the soul No one sees them drown in their depression Parents leaving when children start to die Returning to find the undead The gods of the past The protectors of the young They are not God So ask Him for forgiveness Notice who they've become See their marks See that fire that makes them fight The pain didn't shatter them Just left them forever scarred