We fought hard. We
tried our bests. Puzzle-piece
our lives, used Scotch tape
and Elmer’s glue. It was hard
enough being kids. Some say
we brought it on. It was
our own faults. But kids
don’t have that much
responsibility. We coped.
It won. We sacrificed.
It took over. We accepted.
It drove us down. We panicked.
It drove us crazy. Crazy loves
company, they say. We found
company, in each other. Each day
a battlefield, each night
survival. Trapped within the
confines of a mind; a mind a product of a damaged, deranged
society. You do what you can,
with what you’ve got. Well,
we got squat, so we made diddly.
No lemons, no lemonade. We weren’t
really crazy, just: scared, afraid
of ourselves, Terrified
of each other, alone,
without even ourselves.