I'm lost and cannot find my way.
I get worse at the passing of each day.
People look at me dead in my eyes and do not care.
I look back at them and think while we stare.
Don't they realize I'm the result of their error and their joy.
These people believe what is done is done and leave me as a young boy.
They do not help me release the full potential within me.
They look at me and what will happen and think that's the way it's suppose to be.
The people leave me as a deprived and lonely thing,
And in all this world of hurt and pain, I still find one who will sing.
I will look familiar, yet different with nothing fancy, not even lace.
I say I'm the child you never had, and you yell that it can not be.
I'm filled with hurt and pain and things that I can not admit,
But the time to change me is here and will come only if you commit.
You can fix me because I'm not fully grown.
You can help me, or still leave me on my own.
I'm your nightmare and dream all wrapped up into one.
You can erase one of these things because there is hope and victory not yet won.
Will you, stanger-friend, help me in my time of need,
Or will you let one sit and feel your pain on which I feed?
I'm reaching my hand out for someone or something to grab.
The only thing I find is the same hand that continues to stab.
Please help me because I tell you no lie,
I'm your child, and I'm about to die.
If you don't believe me, just look around.
The voice I speak with should be a familiar sound.
I'm your friend and enemy as well as your child.
I come to you at times, crazy and wild.
Others times, I come weeping and sad but I still smile.
Feel me. Feel me, again, but be careful I'm very agile.
Do you realize who I am or what I'm saying?
Why are you still here? Why are you still delaying?
Are you still pondering in your mind "Who are you?"
Don't you recognize, I'm what you created from the things you do.
If you can not recall my face, open your eyes a little more.
I'm not your neighbor. I'm not your friend. I'm not that guy from the store.
I'm you. I'm what you're becoming. I'm something you are not.
I'm the thing you left cooking in that back pot.
You let things pass by and put them to the side.
You let your hurt and pain stay while you went for a ride.
I'm your mistakes, your joys, and your fears.
I'm the thing you hoped was gone when everything clears.
Do you understand me? Do you comprehend?
I'm what you made yourself. I'm what you didn't try to ammend.
Do not feel at blame,
But do feel ashame.
I'm not just you. I'm everyone. I'm everyone. I'm every boy and girl.
I'm even that cute little child with that little curl.
I'm your future. I'm the one you are neglecting.
You act as if I'm the one that doesn't need respecting.
Please, dear one, heed my words.
Make certain that you note what you have heard.
I'm the results of your actions. I'm the one who needs caring.
Don't try to stay by yourself, venture out it's worth daring.
You hold me in your hand. You help mold me.
I know you can change me. If you do not, you, I will soon see.
Ant
