This Boy
Here is this boy
His words cut like a knife
Barely 12 and angry
With a bad start at life
This beautiful boy
With no fault at all
Pushed down a pathway
He was sure to only fall
But now this boy before me
Is angrier than before
And spewing words like daggers
Trying to hurt me with more
Whatever it is he thought he heard
Didn’t come from me
I cannot tell him anything
He’s too blind with rage to see
It can’t be insecurities
It’s not low self-esteem
Perhaps its guilt as things
Aren’t always what they seem
This beast looming over me
With a growl in its throat
His eyes black as night
Like the devilish goat.
I dont know how to reach him
I dont know who he thinks I am
But this anger deep inside him
Has broken thru its dam.
Another one not finished
