Twelve

Have you ever wondered,
what it would be like to be twelve in 2006?
Do you believe that things are much different,
from the time you were twelve?
Let's take a journey and listen to the walls,
who hold the secrets of those who are twelve.
The walls speak of a time always changing,
of mood swings, hormones, growing and thinking.
Our ears bombarded by unheard cries of the hurt,
caused by cliques, gossips, bullying, and mean words.
The walls echo with the sound of planning,
how to ruin a girl who doesn't know her place.
The ridicule, dirty looks, backstabbing and abandonment,
all signs of a girls unwantedness.
The stories continue, the saga unfolds,
of the constant battle of those who are twelve.

Do you hear the cries of those who are twelve,
who try to live like society tells.
Be a "man" or "woman" they are constantly reminded,
yet even though they strive, the goal is beyond them.
Told to fit inside the box of which no on can fit,
the twelve’s daydream of all the what if's.
For in the process of cramming into the box,
the twelves are realizing all that they've lost.
The box, you see, if just but a dream,
one that disappears the harder you reach.
When you find that the box has vanished,
you'll find a twelve who's dead inside.
Society says to those who are twelve,
being yourself is not allowed.
Kill your emotions, obsess about your weight,
money makes you happy, isn't society great.
Power is everything, shortcut are a must,
step on others to raise yourself up.
Do you hear the echoes of those who are twelve,
the secrets held in their school halls?

The battle is raging, each one competes,
for to be number one is all they are told to seek,
Grades are everything, tests determine who you are,
cheating is ok if it gets you an A.
Disconnected, alone and afraid,
the twelves are all struggling to find a way.
Some do better for guidance they have ,
from adults who's love tell them to be who they are.
The battle is fought day to day,
but the focus is on learning and getting an A.
The healthy development of life is threatened,
in the school halls of those who are twelve.

Would you feel safe in these halls if you were twelve?
Where the stories are lived and the tears are shed.
We cannot change our age or go back in time,
but steps into the halls of those who are twelve,
And show them THE LOVE to guide their way.