Head buried in daily life, <br />What’s happened to the human spirit? <br />Plain shirts, following suit, home by 6. <br />Dead to the world by 12, <br />Cinderella left the ball. <br />Metal through my lip, red in my hair, <br />Being me and not hiding the fact. <br />An unearthed passion for music, <br />A voice that will be heard! <br />I’m not playing that game. <br />Velvet rose may lay on my bed, <br />Under a sea of thorns, <br />That keep me awake. <br />Many sleepless nights ahead, <br />I won’t give up the fight!<br /><br />Joseph Tanner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/head-buried-not-me/
