I fight a battle every day
To control my feelings that I've shut away

I am wound up and angry - stressed
And that's why I scream and shout

Just to be heard is what I crave
And that's why I rant and rave
Help! Help! Let me out
I need to know what it's all about

Even with my friends around
I still need to be at home feeling safe and sound

People think I'm a waste of space
They only see my outer face
The struggle that goes on inside
I feel like I'm on a roller coaster ride

My ups and downs I can't control
Will I always be in this same
DIM AND DARK HOLE?

ANON

From "Rattle Your Cool", a collection of poetry and art by children and young people who are being looked after. Published by Foster Care Associates www.thefca.co.uk

 

A six year old came home from school and said to her mother, "Mum, guess what? We learned how to make babies today."
The mother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "How do you make babies?"
"It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change "y" to "i" and add 'es'."