The Struggle of a Child Solider.
This is my first fanfic...Criticism is wanted...but please no flames.
They didn't know him. The saw his outer shell.
A symbol of light, who could blast away his struggles.
But in reality, a silver wind kissed his arms.
Every bite he took tried to claw its way out.
and the fists his supposed loved ones threw
only gave him mental scars.
So when a beloved dog, a bushy haired lover and a freckled friend saw him.
They cried.
They cried for his life, his loss.
His suffering, his bones.
The kisses on his arms.
The purple anger on his thighs.
But somewhere far away.
A little old goat sat at his desk.
and saw the true sourness of a lemon.