The Color Blue

The one thing that really makes me tick, 

is how parents like to abuse their kids.

What is it that makes a parent click, 

to lay hand and bruise those eyelids.

To punch, slap, kick or even yell, 

scarring them, making them wonder

"Am I in hell?",

and making everyday a dark blur.

Why do they leave the color blue?,

and what goes around in their minds.

One day, when it comes, will they rue?, 

when rage fills the children's minds.

Will they feel sorry of what they've done, 

changing their kids into a monster.

And when that kid pulls out that gun, 

will they themselves find the answer?




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