Lost and Found
There’s no lost and found at my school.
Not one that works, not in any school that I’ve been
All the lost items go straight in the bin
There are boxes of course, ones nobody uses
Labeled in bold
Enter all with mind bruises!
Enter here to be found, if you are lost
Worry now about health
And later bout cost!
With our talk therapy and endless prescriptions
We’ll fix your sad and your fear and all your conniptions!
Cause its not in good taste
To be mindfully sick in our world is a disgrace
And nobody thinks
“Why’s it there in the first place?”
It comes from the kid who plays sports and is bored
Shows dad his artwork, completely ignored
It comes from the girl who weighs three hundred pounds
And just like her body, her glasses are round
The folks around say it
She goes home and she cries
Fills the holes in her heart with fourth helpings of pie
Some people are lost from the day they are born
don’t what it's like NOT to be tired and worn
From the incredible effort of climbing out of bed
Their brain’s broken record is “I wish I was…”
And the thing that makes all this much worse is
The evil and hate tongues, advertisements for hearses
People whose life goal, is to steal and destroy
Every shred of hope
Every scrap of joy
People who are cruel for sport
Or people who do not care at all
Might be worse, in short
And I hate it.
I Hate it.
I HATE IT.
I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SAY SICK IN THE HEAD
I HATE IT WHEN KIDS THINK THEY’RE BETTER OFF DEAD
OR C AVERAGE
OR NOT HARVARD BOUND
I HATE IT WHEN KIDS WISH FOR SIX UNDERGROUND
AND NO ONE TO ADMIT IT TO
MOM ISNT AROUND
KIDS AREN'T TOYS TO BE LOST AND NOT FOUND
LEFT IN THE BOX T’LL THE END OF THE YEAR
AND THEN ONE BY ONE THEY ALL DISAPPEAR
THEY CLEAR OUT
DONATED TO GOD KNOWS WHO
I DIDN'T REACH OUT
CHRIST HELP ME, DID YOU?
AND THEN WHEN THEY’RE GONE
ONLY THEN DO YOU MISS THEM
YOU SCREAM AT THE STARS
“WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION?
TO TAKE HIM
MY BROTHER, MY SON, OR MY FRIEND
HIS STORY’S TOO SHORT TO WRITE DOWN THE “END”
WHO LET YOU TAKE HIM
HE WAS ONLY A KID”
YOU DON'T HEAR THE STARS WHISPER BACK
You’re a lost and found box, friend
One with arms and with legs and a heart and voice
You’re a cardboard “Found” Box, friend, one with a choice
All everyone needs is some love and respect
Someone to say
“Don't worry, I’ll protect
You from the lies of the world and yourself
The best thing
Is when they look at you, with their eyes, big and round
And they say
“Thank you so much”
“You make me feel found”
Stop fighting, stop hating, stop accepting to be blind,
To friends, blood, or strangers
That need you to find
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