That Quiet Kid

That quiet kid

The adults in their maturity

Never noticed.

The sandbox of many complexities

Jesus never told the Christians about.

The pain sealed up,

Maybe the devil would sympathize.

The figurehead of what is an easy life.

The strife

They never figure.

Closed in and closeted.

Afraid to be me

Because this me

Is not who I wanted to be.

Internally ashamed

But with no good cause.

I would see some good in myself,

But then what do I have?

I could be my own person

But I was my own person

In that sanbox

And in that sanbox

I was swallowed up

By someone else's reality.

In that home

I never missed my father

When he was all I wanted

Though I never knew him.

I hated him

Though somehow I loved my mother.

I was isolated

Though somehow I felt my way

Through hallways

Of souls

That could have saved me.

Angels they were.

Angels falling

Before they could lift me.

Praising God

Before they saw

Who I was.

Crying for this pain now

When they should have known

It was hell all along.

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