A Child Forgotten - Part Three
By @CobyPrigg
By the time he was fifteen this boy was a wreck,
Lying and cheating his was through this life-long trek.
He had made many friends, friends made from lies,
He knew it was wrong, but the truth would avert their eyes.
He was becoming a man, slowly but sure,
Is this who he’d be, a liar premature.
He hated himself for the deception he’d made,
More and more, he and his parents began to fade.
He was not like them, not an addict of any sort,
He needed to stop now before he was caught.
But alas it was too late; his friends began to see,
It was all but cunning, oh how they hated he.
Once again this boy found himself alone,
It scarred him not, for with pain he was prone.
More and more hate inflicted him every week,
Could he blame his parents for a future so bleak.
His parents had mistreated him, for that there was no doubt,
However, it was not them which this lying was all about.
He created himself persona’s, that were more joyous than him,
It was his defense against the pain that was filling to its brim.
The days carried on and his parents grew weaker still,
How long before they realized, it was the drugs that made them ill?
Day and night, night and day,
Shooting up was their form of play.
He watched them commit suicide, every day, every hour,
All the while knowing that in their eyes, he had no power.
Nothing he could say, could move them from their goal,
Nothing he could say, could cleanse his darkening soul.
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