Problems

I keep it inside
All of it
It bleeds and batters against my soul
Pressing to get out
I cage it
Compress it
And leave it for another day, another week, another month
I keep it inside
And it hurts my soul
Scarring it
Numbing it
And killing it

Shattered

Bestowed slow speech and absence of thought
That combination eliminates many chances for acceptance
Fleeting people give no thought to the kid at the back
Never speaking, never reaching out
He dies every time he is glanced at apathetically
Needing a friend, craving love
He will never find it
He will struggle
Becoming erratic
Becoming torn and snapped and broken
Shattered