Painting the Children

My view on today's teens.

Stroke One:
The bright silver of a blade,
the kinds kids use when alone in the shade.

Stroke Two:
Deep red from your veins,
a method they use to relinquish their pains.

Stroke Three:
Topaz of mystic fire,
which shines inside them with hidden desire.

Stroke Four:
Some burnt orange from fall leaves,
tells a story they hide, although everyone grieves.

Stroke Five:
A soft snowy white,
like the blankness they feel when they cannot find light.

Stroke Six:
Purple, a face choking for air,
now the pain of their deaths drowns all in despair.