The Boy Crying

some raw vent poetry

Who am i?

I am a boy trapped in the body of a man

My mind, my body, my soul is twisted and tortured

With a heart that was shattered and a mind tormented…

I took the shards

And made a gate

Behind that gate I put the things I hated

My grief

My sorrow

My pain

My sadness

And my love for you

Because it was that love that that tormented me

And shattered my heart

 

WHO AM I!!!

These three words I shout!

I am desperate for an answer

As I fall to my knees

Once again

Who am i?

I am the boy in torn clothes

I am the boy in the street

I am the boy in the rain

I am the boy in the noose

The bell tolls

And I scream your name

But it is cut short

and all who pass say

“who was he?”

So I ask you

WHO AM I!!!

And then I stop your response

Because I know

I am the boy crying