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 Candid. Put away like a murderer’s Gun, the life of a mother’s son
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