"He's an awful kid,
He does drugs and drinks beer,
He got in a fight with his parents,
Now living in a shelter begging to leave"
Charlie's dad abused him when he was only three,
He beat him with a stick,
And his knee.
Charlie's mother was a drunk,
Had no job,
Had sex with different men everyday,
Just to make pay,
To buy the booze.
Charlie's brother killed himself.
Left a note.
"I could never live knowing my parents"
Charlie cries every night before going to sleep.
No one ever gave him help.
No one told him what to do.
They just blamed him.
Another juvenile deliquent.
Another looser.
Wow, this poem is so sad!! It is a great write!!