He By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
He looks at himself in the mirror everyday
Waiting for change and running out of patience
Like a doctor in the hospital
Killing the little by not applying first aid.
He has a problem resembling in many ways,
He considers himself as the king,
But when saying `he´s lame´ there´s no
Exaggeration in any way.
He thought that life was a game like GTA
The only difference is that it hurts
When you get stabbed, punched or shot.
He was warned not to come near a bunch of boys
With guns when it´s dark, but he´s naive,
And somehow find relieve in beating or getting beat.
He has no friends because they left; therefore
he seeks for revenge by clenching his teeth,
folding a fist and getting angry.
He tries to be better for his family.
He tries to not dissapoint anyone.
He wants the best for the rest despite what he feel like.
He will move on and see life from the bright side.
He is now happily living life to the fullest.
He was a sad boy still growing like a tree.
The funny thing is that,
That boy was me.
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