there’s this new family that moved in across the street
single mother with son and daughter
the boy was only 8 or 9
and almost everyday he got out and played
the boy loved nature
he would run outside and shout “THE WORLD IS MINE”
the boy also loved to ride his bike
he would ride it up to the corner store
and use some change he proudly saved up
to buy himself a 99 cent ICEE cup
then he would sit in his yard
and watch the sun go down
he sat and watched as summer took her final bow
and as the fluffy white clouds vanish from the sky
so does our innocence
now, fast forward 10 years later
when the boy is arguing with his mother
because she says he’s got bad behavior
and he’s calling her a ******* dictator
this is when we become the illustrators of our own life
but the boy doesn’t know what he wants
he feels stuck
he’s angry as ****
and he’s rotting quickly, like a peach pit
then
in his room all alone
one night when he was ******
he broke down and cried
and that’s when he finally realized
the person he truly despised