This is a story
Let me start way back
There was a young boy
Who should of cracked
His dad was bipolar
Through the abuse his mom would bawl
Bullet through his head
The little boy saw
His father die right in front of him
That was the end
Little did he know
His heart would never mend
He grew up all alone
Never knowing why
That all those years ago
His father had to die
Fourth grade started, and he turned nine
That's when he noticed he was different from you or I
Everyday in school he was bullied
Every night he would cry
He quickly changed schools
Even prayed for his sins
He became invisible
As he tried to fit in
To this day he looks for acceptance
He can even say
Life is hard
To make it worse, he is gay
With hate all around him
He looks for the light
Because darkness will cave in
If he does not act bright
As time ticks away
If only people could see
He keeps these emotions at bay
And that boy was me!
First poem I wrote in so long...