Abused by his mother at four.
Shuffled from home to home.
He’s in this world all alone.
He searched for love
in all the wrong places,
suffering heartbreak
from deceitful faces.
He doesn’t associate
with his own identity
because to him,
he’s just a shell.
He floats from idea to idea
and proudly broadcasts his selections.
However, disappointment always results.
What’s he to do
when his world always seem blue?
Stop, inhale, exhale,
cast his eyes upon the sky,
and believe in the possibility that his existence was
ordained by a force greater than any man.
He must take serious steps
to love himself and believe in his worth.
