a collection of mediocre poems

ugly boy

ugly boy,

he'll never fit in,

however much his heart craves it.

the lines of rejection carved into his skin,

he ran from it,

silencing his mind with pain,

the melodies that taste like home blasting into the end of his skull,

but he could never out run it.

soul aching,

skin writhing and rotting from the inside out,

bones gnawing,

his burning body that does not fit.

he is chained down,

like a fly caught in a spiders web.

will he let the summer breeze cool his boiling rage?

it's not his fault they hollowed him,

left his corpse to be torn apart and scavenged.

as they rejected him he crumbled,

the ghosts of his past came back to haunt him,

and he fell.

ugly boy,

were you made from a broken mold?

as he crawled to his feet,

his body was cracked and broken.

his crumbling body that does not fit.

when will he reach what he's been searching for all this time?

the sky above him is fading.

does it make him want to scream?

this twisted reality,

does it make him want to scream of how he's alive?

more and more tired he grows,

having to wait,

and wait,

as his body and soul continue to break.

ugly boy,

you don't have to fight anymore,

you will become whole.

in this world you so hate,

you aren't all alone.

have faith it will not be long,

as your tears continue to fall.

gentle boy,

treat the world with kindness,

and heal.