Sonnet I

They find it hard to see the truth behind
The eyes so brightly veiled by life's great woes.
So young and lively we must seem, and blind,
To pass so careless through life's greatest foes.
But they can't see the change possessing me
When door is barred and light is dimly lit.
The words that come depict what we can see
Throughout our long, and trying, worldly bit:
A pregnant girl, a hard, agnostic boy.
A smart, young kid who's punched for being right.
The girl who is feared for showing her joy.
The boy that longs for joy, instead finds spite.
          And so we skip on day by dragging day;
          We think of those who follow us and pray.