The boy you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today. She’s a virgin. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She’s already being abused at home. That girl you called fat. She’s starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars. He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what? You DON’T!!!!!!

Lollipops turn into cigarettes.
The innocent ones turn into sluts
Homework goes in the trash.
Detention becomes suspension.
Mobile phones are used in class.
Soda become vodka.
Bikes become cars.
Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worse thing you can get from boys were cooties?
Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth, and your mum was your hero.
Race issues were who ran the fastest.
The only drug you heard of was cough medicine.
The worst pain you felt was when you scraped your knees.
Goodbyes were only for tomorrow.
We couldn’t wait to grow up..