Lost Child

A lost child wanders alone,

Wondering why the world is so unkind,

Searching his thoughts trying to find a home,

But yet can’t help but feel confined.

A lost child wanders in the dark,

Trying as best as possible not to be seen,

While actively trying to make his mark,

Can’t help but wonder why everyone is so mean.

A lost child begins to lose esteem,

Confused, but he was taught to be strong,

Fears bottled in so you can’t hear him scream,

But tries his best to move along.

A lost child learns to accept what he cannot change,

And the differences in how people behave,

While at the same time his life he begins to rearrange,

Slowly taking the journey outside of his cave.

A lost child becomes a man,

No longer afraid of the big bad world,

His past he tries to forget as best as he can,

With the help of that special girl.

A lost child’s biggest fear,

Greater than going back to being an exile,

Is the realization that a world that doesn’t care,

Will always produce another lost child.

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Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it.