Rotten Roots

A difficult home to come back to

High up I tiptoe so I reach,
The happy youth- a ruckus of noise
I laugh and push, I play and laugh
Happy am I, a youth

My legs give way, Im down again
The miserable chains my ankles adorn
Crashed onto stones, the cold distant stones
I try to remember the youth

The stones that taunt
The stones that freeze
The stones that think they're better

The stones, they hate
The stones, they're 'wise'
But old stones don't know better

I sit and wait, tune out their noise
Till it's time to stand up again
So I can play, so I can laugh
Happy am I, a youth

Author's Note

I don't expect any comments, I just want to express myself