by Obiora Embry

Created on: May 18, 2009

Deep like the mind

of a brain warped over time

with no time to define

the limits or express the thoughts inside.

Filled with hurt and anger, confused by the thoughts inside

that collide

with the expectations of those on the outside

looking in,

who could have been?

but is no longer here

because his/her fear

and feelings of despair

left others with the thoughts that he/she didn't care,

the closest ones didn't know that their son or daughter, cousin, nephew, uncle or aunt, husband or wife, spouse, significant other, or friend would go there.

but go where?

where did they go?

to a special place full of peace and hope?

or is it a place traumatized by those who have no hope

and can't deal with others who don't understand or know

what you are going through?

To the parents, guardians, and families of adolescents and teenagers,

don't react with anger

or you may put your seed in danger

if you don't bother to listen

every once in a while.

Even the mild mannered child

has many of the same thoughts and feelings of the "troubled" child,

so be aware or better yet just shut up and listen

when he/she speaks,

if not when the confusion reaches a peak

it will be too late to relocate

or set up a date

to play ball, shoot the breeze, or spend time with your child.

Deep like the mind

that finds time to contemplate and search unused portions of the mind

with hopes to make sense of senselessness and the confusion in the mind.

Confined

is how you feel,

being real is no longer a 3-course meal

delivered by the entertainment deal,

it's time to re-focus and unclutter the mind

before time...

Time's up, you feel like you frozen in time

the world keeps moving, but you are at a stand still,

trying to keep the world still,

you get ill

and begin to think it is you

that is going crazy and no one else in the world is like you,

so you decide to take matters into your own hands

as you recite the last verse from "Parents Just Don't Understand."

Time is of the essence,

you reach out and call for the presence

of a confidante or someone who will understand,

but everyone you talk to thinks it's a big joke

or a hoax like old money going broke,

so now you can't cope

and are ready to give up hope

or was it the dope

you smoked,

"oh, my fault you never have smoked,

so why do you no longer have hope?

It must be because of an illegal drug or substance, it just has to be..."

"No, not for me,

it was just life you see?

Too much confusion from all around, keeping me from being who I need to be,

can't they see

what has happened to me?

I am not crazy."

That was the end of the convo,

now you are just a statistic, another John Doe

that no one knew or cared about because they didn't know

the extent,

maybe if they knew, you wouldn't have went

the whole nine yards.

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