In a quiet dark forest,
A misunderstood boy
Dragging in sorrow
Only wanting to be seen
For who he truly is within

The forest is his escape,
But even the critters of the forest
Fear away from him
He yells out his everlasting
Frustration and anguish

Birds flying off from there hiding
Rushing into the gloomy skies
As he yells his despair of what has become