The Lost Boy
I'm known as the boy
that is my name
my life is now about
playing mothers horrid "games"
My name is lost
somewhere in the air
what it is
mother doesn't care
I wash the dishes
as mother drinks her booze
me now with the chemicals
mothers taking her snooze
How did it get to this?
We were the perfect family
I'm not sure why
but mother dreadfully hates me
She says she'd kill me
and she doesn't even care
she just drinks her booze
while I'm standing right there
"You've been a bad boy"
mother would say
so this results in
more games for me to play
Why does she hat me?
Will I ever really know?
All I wanted was
mothers love from long ago
My name is lost
somewhere in the air
this doesn't seem right
it doesn't seem fair
Copyright © Jess Shoemake | Year Posted 2013
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