We fought hard.
We tried our best.
Puzzle pieced 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.