You no longer smile
My poor unfortunate child
Tears replace your grin
Falling rapid and wild
Your repose replaced
By foreign anxiety
Caught in a web
Of lies and notoriety
You walk through life
Like it's a story
Wrapped up in chaos
Inside this blaze of glory
Damaged by perception
You're trapped inside
No way to escape
This hungry riptide
Poor unfortunate child
It'll all be over soon
Then you can break free
From your make-shift cocoon
nicola burkett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/52-poor-unfortunate-child/
