What if the boy was taken from his mother
No doing of his own but of another.
Weeping with despair because the little girl who promised him wasn’t there
Failing to realize, that life is full of lies
He believes every word as the truth
Every new home is in cahoots
Not knowing love until the gun shoots
How awful the pain barely missing a vein
His perception now changed.
He searches for the contentment that
Seems to evade, the game as it’s called
Has left him played.
Struggling with commonality diagnosed with
Tendencies sociopathically feelings are
Done being had by me. Broken
Repaired but not fixed all the love
He wanted he knows his mother did this.
Now apart from the world
Taken for granted
Openly expressing nothing
Put away like a murderer’s
Gun, the life of a mother’s son
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