Do you see that little boy
Hidden by the darkness
Under his sheets
Crying
He stays their for a while
Relishing the fact
That he can be himself
Even if it is only in pain
When the privilege comes
He had a new scar
It fit in with all his old ones
At least it won't be lonely
He thought
Again he had failed
And again he was punished
But it was fine
Right?
That little boy
Hidden by the darkness
Under his sheets
Crying
Thought
What was he going to do tomorrow
When everyone would see
Tell everyone about it?
No
It's fine
It's normal
Right?
Yea
It is
It must be
It has to be
Do you see that little boy
Hidden by the darkness
Under his sheets
Crying
His name is Ignorance
He is us
We are him
He lives under the same roof Fear
His sister does
Can you help them be set free?
Please
Because this
This is your fault
All of it
And you know it
YOU ARE READING
Just Me and My Crazy Thoughts
PoetryHello, this is my first time with working with watt pad. Or even publishing my work. And just a heads up, this is not boring poetry. I promise, but it is very expressive. So read at your own risk.
