Used Up, Solitary Child of not.

Traveling so far in your lonely thoughts.

Pictures, Painting, writings and more.

Who do yo think he would implore?



Friendly faces, enemies and racists,

where do they go? Bring out the laces!



Chained and tormented, locked within,

how do you fair little child of sin?

Simple feelings, human emotions.

These he fears as evil notions!



Insults, compliments, love and hate.

give it all he'll never break.

In a corner, in his cell,

that's where he hides,

his own personal hell!



Tired, whimpering, paranoid brat

sit there then on your ragged mat.

Ignored ... helpless and refused.

Is that how he feels? ... maybe a little used?

Fear and anger, pride and joy

hidden away,, like a broken toy!



Stay within, leave without all

do not answer their angry calls.

Solitary Child, simple yet silent.

Does anyone care where he went?