a life for a life

life can be harsh as the unseen can see

a knife or a life can be used passionately

freedom, a word unknown as is its meaning

we wander searching for an unknown happiness even screaming

life is always changing maybe not for the good or for the better

thunder screams reflecting on our feelings and the weather 

whether we are dying or good doesn't matter

we are the minority they wouldn't look even if our brains were to shatter, scatter.

we stroll silently as we are the avoided the alone

people would still cross the street even if we were dead or turned to stone

we notice the the pain and anger inside of others

we see emotion from fathers and mothers

its wrong for somebody's to notice us nobody's at any time

it makes us stronger, more powerful, easier to plan and execute a crime

we are the unknown you ask the questions we can't answer

i find comfort in the shadows so I wouldn't know I'm no prancer,dancer.

Reviews

[Tom]

Everybody has a story to tell and your voice speaks volumes on their behalf, as many others through choice, would choose to ignore!

A splendid, emotively, penned poem !

[Heather]

aww thanks that means a lot coming from you thank you!!! :)

[Tom]

You are very welcome !

[Pryde Foltz]

Powerful write, but you never know who's watching.

[Heather]

thank you and yes so very true

[Scout Ventures]

This has so much to it! Depth, amplitude, bound, all very nice. Love the first line the most!

[Heather]

thank you i appreciate you taking the time to review :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very thought provoking poem. I like how you give the contrast and leave it to the reader for a solution...Splendid...:)

[Heather]

thanks again that's just what i was going for as the possibilities are endless thanks for reviewing! have a great day :]

[Sami Khalil]

Good strategy . You are welcome...:)