Excuses are all we give for the way we treat them,
Have you ever thought about the way their expression seems broken?
Simplistic lives remain a mystery to our minds,
Wouldn’t theirs be more complicated?

The day that they finally snap, the blame falls on them,
Why can’t anyone see how much it hurts?
It pricks the heart so hard that it draws blood,
How come they don’t know that harsh words are equivalent to stab wounds?

They believe they have nothing to stand up for,
When will someone finally tell them that they matter?
Not everyone has a chance of recovery,
Shouldn’t they be worthy of your strength and respect?

Living becomes difficult for some,
Doesn’t it become our responsibility to guide them?
This is the time where they need,
Why does society shut them out?

Helping them should be our number one priority,
How can we leave them to face the world themselves?
Parents are constantly told that their child has some problems,
But at the end of the day, don’t we all?

Changing one life changes so many with it,
After all, don’t their parents and siblings feel grateful and joyous when that one life changes?
When they return after recovery,
Aren’t you the ones who go after them and ask them to be your friend?

Materialistic wants are all right but what about the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover”?
How can you push them around one day and then want them to walk by your side the next?
The day your harsh words get through can send them over the edge,
So don’t you think it’s high time we watch our tongues?