There’s no sin in childishness
Play even in the cubicle
Twirl at your campaign in the wildernesst
Until your digits are worn to the cuticles
If you feel weak relish in the bitterness
Absorb the bullies`s ridicule
Relish your petulant fickleness
A child never loses in the sandbox
Just starts a new game to play
Feel the sting of the little rocks
The mistakes that drive you insane
The pain gives flight to the flock
Who fly with you over the bay
They seem to hate and mock
But they just don’t know what to say
Not all schools are staffed right
Not all students learn your tongue
Some only learn how to fight
Straining for their song unsung
But we all are the light
Dirty, bruised but eternally young
Clay The Scribe 