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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.
