You see the tattoos on my arm
I’m trouble.
You scan my red, tired eyes
I’m high.You hear the carefree laugh
I’m apathetic.
Experience has granted you this gift.
Your judgments are final and infallible.
You know me.
You don’t know me.
You don’t know the tattoos are tributes.
Permanent memorials to those I care about.
You don’t know my eyes are tired.
Two jobs and school will do that.
You don’t hear the silence between laughs.
The silence filled with worry.
Worry that consumes my heart.
What have you left me?
A nation divided. An unprepared youth.
A world at war. A theocratic government.
There is no apathy,
There can’t be apathy.
It falls to me to fix your creations.
Your experience has failed you.
You are fallible.
You don’t know me.
We are from different worlds.
Your rules no longer apply
They have failed me.
You have failed me
You don’t know me.
You never will.