Sometimes I wonder,
sometimes I dream,
what it’d be like
if parents could see
in the eyes of their child—
in the eyes of the youth.
What it’s like
to grow up these days,
to grow up
this way.
What it’s like
to battle
mental
and physical
exhaustion.
What it’s like
to fight
for each grade.
Practice what you preach,
because
“just talk it out”
and
“it’ll get better”
won’t cut it any longer.
That’s why
sometimes I wonder,
and sometimes I dream,
what it’d be like
if parents could see
in the eyes of their child—
in the eyes
of the youth.
If we could swap places
just for a day,
that would be enough—
more than okay.
