I can feel the stirring hatred

For the ones who never cared,

When was I ever sacred?

I was the one who never dared

To go around and run

Scared of coming out of the room

I'm forever done

New flowers are in bloom

Along with new children

Some to be corrupted by lies

More likely to have blue moods

Just like the darkening skies

Can you hear the children cries

Echoing through the night?

More learn to despise,

They'll say, "I'm alright."

With a smile on their face,

But I can see behind that smile

See the dark bags under the children's eyes

But the others around can't

Everything is falling out of place

Has it really been a while?

The children aren't "just a prize"!

The adults still rant

About how we are messing ourselves up,

But who's the one influencing us?

The children wish for something new,

The cycle just won't end,

Kids dressing up in makeup,

The parents fuss,

Children pretend to have the flu,

And the people still waste and spend