alone

I wrote this poem a while ago when I was depressed.

There once was a boy
Who learned his feelings were a toy
That everyone could laugh at and play with.

This boy's true self grew shy
Though he did not know why
To him, happiness was but a myth.



There once was a teen
Who found the essence of the word mean
To be in each and everyone he saw.

This teen thought about life
Coupled with loneliness and strife
Hopelessness was his basic law.



There now is a man
Who thinks he understands
Without a change, he decided to take action.

This man sits on his bed
With a gun to his head
Hoping his conclusion will bring satisfaction.