Voices

Why does it seem,
Whenever you scream,

People come to watch?

The rich and poor
All adore

Screaming little girls and boys,
But only if they’re simple toys

Used to play with like a rag doll.

But the other type of simple toys,
That of girls, and that of boys,

Are toys that we look but do not touch,
The problems that come of such,

Like smudges on a pretty face,
Or knots all over pink-green lace,

Broken fingers glued together,
Hoping that it’ll stay forever.