Isolated by force
shunned by many.

He is a calf surrounded by wolves.
Vulnerable, weak, and senseless he'll run
blindly towards the sun.
Cuts and scrapes marr his heart,
gashes slice through delicate skin.

A mother pretends everything is fine,
yet her world is hanging by a thin line.

Curled up in his room he writes his final words,
*Thanks to you I've never known anything but hurt.