Some children must carve out a life under silence
undercover, between the pages of books,
and scribbled notes. Some children with the wrong voices
and the wrong feelings must carve out a life from the skin
on their arms or legs, hide behind images,
thrive behind Expectations and no one listening.
Some children grow up and move away
or move inside or choose a blade or load a gun
or swallow pills or murder other children
with no remorse. Then we cry and wonder
and curse them in our sleep.