Damaged children
You wonder why I act
The way I do.
All you do is moan
Groan and complain.
You’ve put a tag on me
It reads THUG.
Yes: I am out of control.
Yes: I am a rebel.
Yes: I have challenging behaviour.
Yes: sometimes I’m rude.
Yes: sometimes I have no respect.
BUT you don’t know my background,
The way I have to live?
So I’ll keep acting the way I do
Hoping someday you’ll understand me.
Hoping it’s not too late for me.
C.J Walls