Black and White

Bullies,

They say kids can be cruel,

That words are the bully's tool,

Words,

Words,

Words that leave scars,

Deep as the space wherein lie the stars,

Driving,

Striving,

Those to the end of surviving,

And now we decry,

Sticks and stones can no longer apply.

Words have power,

They say,

They prey,

The words,

The words,

Are enough to dive us to the end,

To send

Their victims to the rope,

Just for an ego stroke,

Slow,

Low,

To keep them under a painful yoke.

But the world isn't always so black and white,

Even though we want it easy,

Breezy,

Because the real world makes us queasy,

We don't want to believe that monsters aren't real,

We just want to go with what we feel,

Sure that we know what's true and right,

Fight,

Might,

Who cares about why they fling their quills,

Rather to say it's all for thrills.

The truth is worse than any beast,

On the hunt for his salty feast,

The truth is monsters aren't there,

That it's humanity that we all share,

That when some of us are made to feel small,

Then we need to feel strong,

And some don't care or even know if it's wrong,

All,

All,

All lashing out is from being weak,

From not knowing how else to speak,

But nobody cares about angry pain,

Even when it screams out again and again.

Nobody knows the insides of others' minds,

They'd rather ignore them and lower the blinds,

It's easier to throw on a label,

Than to lay the cards on the table,

Call 'em cruel,

Fool,

Rule,

Then when the victim strikes back,

It's easy to blame that child for the attack,

Label,

Label,

Who cares if it's stable?

Who is right,

Who is wrong,

When to fight,

What is strong?