Lots of thoughts in my head today and I need to get them out.

Times are changing
this is true
we call it progress
a lot to chew

we disband tradition
for the sake of growth
but trees grow regardless
of their neighbor’s choke

so why are we screaming
in the streets
we didn’t care in the quiet
they staring in a corner

life pulled from under them
it wasn’t a gun
he held her captive
the only one

you live your life
silence doesn’t matter
it means nothing
your incessant chatter

kids are bullied
daily no one notices
until blood streams
and taints the soil

is this what it takes
to make your life care free
demand then be satisfied
while he chops down another tree

Poetry anxiety depression dreamscapes its not a gun listening well mental well-being rape victims shamed victims silence this writing life