One.
His name is Duncan, he has nine lives like a cat and turned four this very day.
His mom bought him a kitten and his dad got him a bike.
He said thank you to his dad but he played with the kitten all day.
Two.
Today he starts school and learns what the word 'sissy' means and why it's used
He decides to laugh with the boys so he won't be a victim.
He wasn't hurting anyone, right?
Three.
Dad took him to get his ear pierced today, he saw a boy with metal in his lip
And tugged on his dad's sleeve announcing he wanted one.
To appease the preteen his dad had no choice but to let him get an earring.
Four.
High school was nothing to be scared of, Duncan already knew how to be cool
From stolen cigarettes to nicking his brothers Ritalin, he had it all down
His parents still thought they had a little angel
Five.
Duncan shaved his head and pierced his eyebrow, just to see if it he could feel
There was hardly any blood because he kept the safety pin in
He wasn't scared of an infection.
Six
Suspended for skipping classes, Duncan's forced to stay in the house for a week
While his parents are at work he sneaks out and doesn't come home that night
His parents call all his friends only to find they hate him..
Seven.
The cops brought him home for the first time that night, he hung his head low
But it was only low to hide the other piercings.
They really didn't know what else to do.
Eight.
A duffel bag full of clothes and a skateboard and guitar, Duncan leaves the place he grew up in.
There are no tears in his eyes but a grim smile as he walked off
He wouldn't need his parents anyways.
Nine.
He quit school and hung around bars with guys who were older
He was sold alcohol and cigarettes; no one messed with his group
Duncan couldn't help but smile grimly as he thought of his parents
Ten.
There is no money left and he needs it bad, his rent is already late.
His friends break into cars and pawn stuff off,
He isn't too sure yet, but money's tight.
Eleven.
Today he held his first gun and loved the way it felt in his hands
At the shooting range he was a perfect shot and they were amazed
The gang leader even told him he would go far.
Twelve.
In the mirror he stares into his own eyes and tries to find himself
There is nothing there and he hates himself for it
But what else could he fucking do?
Thirteen
They say that the other gang cheated them and now they had to pay,
Duncan was handed a gun and he pulled the trigger, blood, tears, and sirens
He was found the next day and is taken away.
Fourteen.
His wrists are cuffed and he's placed with others who've killed
The judge found him guilty and he was almost relieved
That he was able to get away from the gang.
Fifteen.
There is a boy and in his head he counts to four before ever saying a word.
Think your answers through or you might let something slip.
You can never let yourself slip.
Sixteen.
His hair has been shaven and his piercings confiscated,
Every thing about him has been stripped and put into a place where he can't reach them.
He hates them for that; but himself for it more.
Seventeen.
His name is Duncan and he tore up his sheets one night with the worst intentions
There was a million things going through his head but he didn't care.
Seventeen was enough he said.
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I am formerly SweetHeroin
Yes. I think this can classify as poetry. Anyways, I saw this girl write a poem with this style somewhere and I had to try it. Anyways, tell me what you think. And sorry for another Duncan thing, but his character intrigues me.
There Is No Escape,
Calamity Now