*~*Grits in Life*~*

Who is He?

He is always there

He likes to make fun

Likes to be mean

He enjoys to yell

He loves it all

Yet no one 

Can guess

Who he is. 

*~*~*Fatima*~*~* 

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Lost

 There's the beating 

Of my heart

There's this feeling

That I cannot stop

The world around me

Fires

And roars with missiles and guns

The victim

Is always me

For what I really need

For what I really see

Is this spark 

Of hope

That slowly

Lifts the burden off of me.

*~*Grits in Life*~*

He

Staring at that boy

Watching him

Being pushed in a corner

He is a broken puzzle piece

Although he seems puzzled himself

For he doesn't realize

There isn't always a hero. 

*~*~*Fatima*~*~*