Why is it that the things that make people weep do not decide elections? Why is it the things that make them grumble? I feel like a child Burning on a cross. I feel like a child who is at a loss. I feel like a child sneaking though he is already caught. I feel like a child who has found what he sought. I feel like a child who is tired of war. I feel like a child who will still fight to his core. I feel like a child who is ready to soar. I feel like a child who has met angels high. I feel like a child who has seen parents lie. I feel like a child who tied his first tie. I feel like a child for whoms daddy mourns. I feel like a child Looking to outter space. I feel like a child who grew up in haste. I feel like a child who turned out worn. I feel like a child walking out of his door. I feel like a child who has turned out hardcore. ----- To who ever posted the vampire comment, I have one on an entry farther back. ----- I think it pisses some people off that they can't change someones opinion of them with glitter and fancy clothes.