There was a boy Who wanted to be A man But no one that He talked to Would Understand From birth he was Treated like A freak As a kid beaten bloody Bruised and made So weak Blamed for Things out of His control He’ll never get back The child hood They stole Fast forward 6 years This takes him to High school Surrounded By even bigger Fools Gained acceptance so long As he would be The joke The rest they pitied him But no one Spoke He always laughed Along with all The guys But was never Once equal in Their eyes To his face and behind his back The comments would Never end He was always Left alone To defend Then he met these Girls on whom he could Depend But they abused him And used him then still called Him friend? Just when he thought Maybe he should call It quits He found someone And from day one They clicked Finally a person who understood him And what he was Going through Someone to be good to him He could finally be Good too But like life All good things must come to A close They built him up then broke him down All with no remorse To show It was just something to pass the time A game to play For fun No hard feelings right? There’s no Harm done? Flash forward 5 years down The Track 21 came and There’s no Going Back He learned how To hide all His Faults How to manipulate People with Perfect Results How to block It all out with Self-medication While he practises ‘Art’ not Self-mutilation Using women To satisfy His Needs Revenge and validation And their hearts as They bleed He gets by living On a job he Can’t stand Taking it out on the people Who try to lend a Helping hand Everyone Is the Enemy They’ll all Screw you over Eventually To the world He acts the part uncaring And unfeeling Inside he’s lonely and insecure And finds it Impossible dealing It won’t take much To push him off The edge Just one little nudge And he won’t come Back again When he looks in the mirror He doesn’t see a man He never did What he sees isn’t Even human adult Or kid There was a boy Who wanted to be Human But no one ever Told him that You can.... Sorry for the length I just started writing and couldn't stop thought I'd give third person perspective a try hope you didn't get too bored reading it feedback appreciated =]
Infact this is too good .. I personally love poetry like these where one tries to draw a portrait of another person. Sometimes i feel we all are one story each, sometimes some people read me, some dont, some do but do not show and some just turn their head as if they couldn't. The one you read seems to be a quite an interesting character .. still i coulndt get the meaing of the last line " the boy who wanted to be a human" isnt all what he is doing like humans / mortals???
