This is just a little poem I wrote. It hasn't been editted very well. I only just read through it a couple of times. Please tell me what you think of it though :D
There once was a boy
He loved to read and write
Really it was his passion
It made him feel right
He would travel off to unknown worlds
Using the dreams he envisioned
Bringing them to life
With the words he had written
He loved what he did
But he did it for a reason
He used writing as a distraction
To make him feel that he was needed
He used it as a way
To make everything seem unreal
The boy wrote his stories
To makethe pain disappear
There once was a family
Three boys, a mother and a father
Two of boys that were loved
The other left for the slaughter
The family hated that one child
To the very bone under their skin
The brothers wished he wasn’t alive
To them he was a sin
Calling theboy names
Laughing and playing jokes
Making him seem stupid
To all the other folks
The father beat the child
Whenever he got upset or mad
He hit his son viciously
The son he didn't want to have had
His mother sat by and watched
Sometimes she tried to cheer him up
But he knew it was all just a lie
She didn’t care very much
There once were these friends
So full of life and joy
They all laughed and played
Wishing they all could soar
But there was a boy in the group
Who seemed out of place
He didn’t laugh or smile
Or join them as they raced
He pretended to seem happy
Like the rest of them were
But each day he grew sadder
Not acting like they were
The friend always laughed
At the boy they all knew
They made fun of him and cracked joked
Making him feel blue
To them
It was amusing
To them
It was a little game
Torturing him on the inside
Making him feel pain
There once was a boy
Who hated his life
Who would do anything
For things to go right
