Scrappy's Poetry Corner

These are two poems that Scrappy wrote. He shared a bunch with me the other day. These are somewhat depressing but I think they illustrate, better than I ever could, the mentality of these kids I have come to love over the last week. They have lived harder lives than I could make up in my head - for details, read the story below the waterfall pictures.


Inside

Inside I am nothing
Inside I am freezing
Inside I feel nothing
Inside is a demon
Inside I am the demon
Inside I am haunted
Inside I do the haunting
Inside is a black void
Inside I caused the void
Inside I am hurt
Inside I fall apart
Inside I cannot hide
Inside hiding is not a choice
Inside I cannot be free
Inside being free is just a dream
Inside people cannot fix
Inside I cannot fix
Inside I wish for death
Inside I am dead
Inside I am a frozen demon that feels nothing but exists in a black void created by falling apart, from being hurt, from this I long for freedom and the freedom is death, it is the way I feel inside and it cannot be fixed.
Inside, well, inside you will not see.


Outside

Outside I am a man
Outside I am a person
Outside I am a kind person
Outside I am not lost
Outside am I right here
Outside I can feel
Outside I put on a fake smile
Outside I put up with people
Outside I am different
Outside I must be what most people want to see
Outside people like to assume they know
Outside is what people like
Outside is nothing compared to the inside
Outside there is not much to me, only what you see. For I am nothing like I am on the inside but yet I have come to agree that I should not let one see inside. It might scare the human mind, they cannot understand but on the outside you see only the body and the person that you want to.
Outside I am, well, I am just what you see. On the outside.