Hello
Miss Red Petticoat

How I wish I knew your name
I see a spark within your eyes that says "I can't be tamed"

You caught my eye and now I know that I'm in deep deep trouble
Your teasing glances, though so sweet, will turn my joy to ruble

I cannot have you as my own, my parents wouldn't allow it
And anyways, I feel something for you, but I'm too afraid to show it

So please, beautiful, let your presence in my mind be called history
Because, as much as I want to know, your name must remain a mystery

The world of a lonely child,
Is a world of pain greater than any,

The child may seem happy,
That is only a face,
A masquerade of emotion to only blend in,
As the years fade and he becomes an alien among children

It is too late,

the loneliness that has lurked in the shadows
And blocked by imagination,
Has escaped,
And incased his heart in darkness,

It squeezed and turned,
Harder and harder,
With no escape,
The child suffers,

He may be kind,
He may be diligent,
He may be caring,

But he is marked by his loneliness,
A mark even greater than the scarlet letter,
A mark scarier than death,

No one would want to be his cure,
Because they are afraid of the mark,
Even though they are its weakness,

The child will grow evermore alienated,
Until he is incapable of blending,
And too reserved,
to reach out, anymore,

He is no longer a child,
But a fully grown adult,
Ready to leave and face the world,
Without a single person to call a friend,

Forever marked with loneliness,
He is cursed to be
Alone.