Silent Scream of Anxiety

No one ever invited him to a birthday party Relatives asks his parents to get a sitter For when they do bring him around He breaks all of the things he can Showing his sadness At three he had been kicked out of two preschools No teacher could entice him to behave. The other children stayed clear Because he was a biter and evil. They did not know what it was But it might be catching. He is twelve now, screaming his anxiety. Letting them know he needs something. Keeping his home life to himself Not sharing the drugs Not sharing the family secrets Keeping the classroom perpetually stirred up Showing his sadness in the only way he knows how Keeping everyone in utter fear he might target them. A child who has found his own food since he was three. Keeping his parents’ addictions secret Not realizing that everyone knows Something is wrong. Thinking it is him. Glad he has not been invited to those stupid birthday parties. He would have had a difficult time Buying a present.