Gratitude

Bandaids for Bad Dreams

I wish there were bandaids for all the cuts on my arm,
but there’s no bandaids, because I can’t tell anybody
that I’m bleeding.

I wish there were bandaids for all my scars,

Villain

I tried to say hi to a girl yesterday
Can you tell me why she was so afraid?
I know I’m fine—not disfigured or two-faced
I promise you guys that I’m perfectly sane.
My teachers don’t seem to think I’m all there

Isn’t it enough?

Isn’t it enough for you
That there have been 102 mass shootings
In the past year?

Isn’t it enough for you
That most of them have been hate crimes
And have gone unpunished?