A New Kind of Lost and Found
I hate the summer. It's the one time most kids get everything easy, but I end up having everything harder. The abuse is more frequent, the work is piled higher, and the loneliness becomes unbearable. It has been for as long as I can remember. School would usually brig relief to these burdens slightly, if not completely. But now I hate school too. Not only did I find out my friends aren't really my friends, but I also found out the man I look up to the most, really isn't any more than the gum found on the bottoms of shoes.
I don't know what to do now, I don't have any one. Not when I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. Because when I'm not finding out that those who I trust aren't really there for me, they're dying for me, for a cause I no longer support.
I am so far gone, I'm afraid to be found.
