There are times we break down
Times we cry more than breathe
None to talk to when we need most
Out casted from ties ever held so dear
Primary ties you can never change
People we respect and need the most
Seem to have labelled us criminal
With things we don't remember to do
We watch out with no where to go
Wearing mask on hurting old self
Hoping they will ever reach out
Even if is to accuse and condemn us
Atleast to hear from them,
As we have always tried our part in vein
They seem never to care
Looking forwad to that day
Hoping praying for that day
Wishing its sooner that day
That life will change
Maybe back to where it was
Or to much to heavens
It seems therapeutic before that day