I know a boy

I Know A Boy

I know a boy who wrote a poem,
who lives in a world where people barely know him,
who walks through plain, everyday life.
Like a piece of meat waiting to be sliced by a knife.
He thought to himself, "maybe I should slit my wrists
because people act as if I do not exist!"
He tried twice to commit suicide.
Then thought, "Who would care even if I died?"
He wrote his poem hoping that people take it to mind.
Instead of putting him down and leaving him behind.
In hopes that people would take it to heart.
They might understand close to how his life is being torn apart.
Maybe the reader might get a few good tears
after knowing that the boy is real and is here.
The boy himself lives and suffers from fear of rejection;
the newspaper might give him his own personal section.
People look at him like he is some sort of grotesque figure,
making him smaller while they get bigger.
People do not understand how this poor boy feels.
Because they do not care, more less even think he is real.
This boy is very timid and shy.
But if you get to know him, he is a really good guy.
He did not write his poem because he was bored;
he wanted to express his life as forgotten and ignored.
If you liked this poem, you should realize and see that
the boy you are reading about...

... is me.