sits alone each day
doesn't ever talk much
never wants to play.
The clothes he wears
are dirty and torn
looks like some thing
that has been worn.
The pain he feels
down deep in side
knowing it's killing him
something he can't hide.
His heart is broken
tears fill the eyes
everyone ignores him
he begins to cry.
Alone in this world
left by him self
feels like a doll
been put on a shelf.
But the pain is real
that he can't deny
sad part about it
no one cares why.
Learns to fight young
best that he can
knows life is hard
that he can't understand.
Why must a child
live life this way
he ask the question
no one will say.
He swallows his pride
his head in shame
goes about his day
thinking he's the blame.
Life just keeps going
from day to day
pain they are infecting
will for ever stay.
Tracy Rollings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-a-little-boy-child-abuse/
