I hated
What I thought
I became, but you lied

I loved
Who I thought
I could be and I tried

But I hated
Everything about you
That I couldn't be, then I cried

I loved
Who I thought
You were, but *you died

Christmas Night
another fight;
tears cried in a flood.

No tree this Christmas,
no carols or presents,
angry voices drowning out the silence.
Father, staggered by drink
Mother staggered by grief.
The three rooms in the small house
resounding vibrations
pain and fury.

I sat alone atop my bed
scared into silence
wearied by strife.
"If only Christmas was as magical as they say,
if only I could share in the joy of this day."

But no joy was to be had
no excitement
no morsel of food.

Christmas night
like any other night;
another fight
tear cried in a flood.

Mother crying
father yelling,
cold seeping
pain creeping.

In tattered shreds
my spirit diminished,
my hope ****** out
my heart heavy and small.

I rallied all strength  
looked out upon the dim lighted street one last time
and searched for Christmas
even the smallest sign.

And there it was,
far off in the distance,
a light so bright
it covered the night,
it covered the sky,
and it covered me.

As I kept on staring
into its resilience
my heart began to fill,
my eyes began to  widen
my lungs began to fill with oxygen
and from deep within a song began to form.

"Oh Christmas light
light of my heart,
shine upon me
and upon this night,
sing out the joy of Christmas,
and just like they say
bring out the magic
of this special day."

Christmas night
that brilliant light
my saving grace.

Once, there was a boy
A boy who cried wolf

The town people believed him
So they took all their sheep
They took them all to be kept hidden

Then, the people found out
That it was a prank

They got angry at first
But they forgave the boy later on
Asking him to never do that again

He agreed in everything
Everything was settled, then


The boy did it over again
Of course, the town, for the second time,
Got mad for they believed him once more

They did what they did the first time,
They forgave the boy

This time, they never bothered
Asking him to never repeat what he did
For they knew he still would, soon

And they weren’t wrong.
They heard the boy, again, cried out,
“Wolf! Wolf!”

But this time, no one bothered getting up
To hoard the sheep up to keep safe

In the morning, they were surprised,
Flabbergasted, to be precise
Because in that very daybreak,
They learned that the boy wasn’t lying anymore