With Age

There's a time when a child dies
All life seems to stop
And watch the stiff doll turn blue

Turn a blind eye in shame
To the teen who sliced her wrists
As if it was the Christian thing to do

There's a time when a boy cries
The mother rushes to coddle him
Kiss his boo boo till he's covered in spit

Look disgustedly at the young man
Who cries himself to bed every night
As if its just another weak teenage fit

There's a time when glory is shouted high
To praise the booger eating girl
Who chanced her way through a spelling bee

There's a time when condemnation lashes through walls
And echoes in the ears of a lost gothic sprite
Only wishing that she could be free

There's a time when a child is abused
And the nation heaves in Technicoloured pain
Just continuous concerned stare

There's a time when a teen dies from splintering words
The local news covers the change in winds
And her body left under dirt's gentle care

Why would a child ever want to grow up?