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!

 

Nobody enters

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

THAN GAY

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 did”

 

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

Them