BeatDown

We are the weirdos The outcasts The quiet who scream within our walls We come to watch, to learn, 
and compose our own tunes to the rhythm of our hearts. We watch, we learn, We sit dumbfounded at the lives of men and the lies of them. In our befuddlement we are lost and then found. From within our silent mulls we arise the answers to their questions. Their solutions come to us because they are just too fast to hear the wind.
We stand. We balance on the balls of our feet and inhale greatness and exhale nervousness and our walls creak and cry at the weight of our souls until the cracks become too large and the cement bursts and our light spills out into the world as we breathe, we breathe, take that one final breath then scream.
Out loud this time. 
All the answers we have found and the questions that come with them are compiled into spontaneous prose which sometimes rhyme and sometimes doesn't, and its truth. and it is light. and it is also dark. it is the center of the two.