Not My Problem

My being ignites with the flames of the forgotten angles
Cast aside to live amongst demons
Forgotten and lost in time

My heart aches with the lies of this world
With the confusion that pop culture brings
With the stereotypes that my generation allows
Nothing but ashamed am I to say my age

Regret flutters inside my being
Contaminating the thoughts
That lost souls carry into my mind

Melancholy erupts from the cracks in the wall
Cracks too small for human eyes
Too small for the words of your tongue to heal
Too large for the demons to miss

Veins tighten in the limbs of the trees
Scars mark the bark of my skin
Cuts line the trunk one after another
Weakness of a child with a quick fix
Marking to times that have been spent
Succumbing to the sweet temptation of a knife

Problems of the world weigh on my shoulders
Problems my ancestor would be ashamed we face
Problems that have no reason weighing a child’s mind
Problems like why I can’t I be like the rest of my generation

Why does my mind hear their stories?
Stories of the one in the shadows that can’t reach the light
Stories of the one in the gray that just want to be heard
Why do they come to me?

How did these issues become a problem of mine?
When will they go away?
I have enough problems of my own

Drowning in a sea of self-doubt
I can’t tell their stories
I can’t liberate them of their pain
Why are they coming to me?
I have my own problems