A Short Reprise of Youth

there he sits in disdain,
his hands keeping busy
With the class notes.

His beautiful green eyes,
they are nothing compared –
to the mind inside.

Shoved down by society
begging for a way out,
his lips barely moving
as he says;

“Lives fallout before me
graceless at their feet.
They think too far,
too deeply into
what they see at first.

If I could scream
I would
Scream, Scream, SCREAM
until my throat goes numb.
To get this across,
stop the judges now.

They don’t know how much they hurt.”