The boy is anxious, waiting on a hard chair
Noise consuming the air, but all he hears is silence
Footsteps, aged laughs, plastics, secretaries
All spin violently, he just shuts his eyes
Tears drip, drip, drip from a pair of panicked brown eyes
Memories in the making to scar him later on
The footsteps nearing closer, the walls keep closing in
Hairs on end, eyes stained red
Drops of love run down his skin
A draining of the soul
Disgust
She turns away, leaving him in a room of white
Painted by the custodial staff the previous night
Fresh new paint for a fresh new guest
No warm hug nor kiss goodnight
SLAM! The door, a home no more
An empty womb, a vacant room
A young boy whose illness aches
After taking the meds, warps his head
Then gains over fifty-six kilograms
He�s left there to cry
Uncovered.
Uncared for.
Alone.
His mother still cooking those home-cooked meals
His friend playing with other kids, checking out girls
He is left to start all over again, no one to guide his actions
Alone, unwanted, discredited
Alone, unloved, dishonored
Now he�s left to shine only during the night
Memories made to last his Lifetime
And haunt his future
There is a permanently damaged soul
In a little boy left all alone
Whose brown eyes stare upwards
At a pale painted ceiling
In his bed
Alone