Within a little city, and a little to the south,
Within a little neighborhood, there was a little house.
The little house was normal, no abnormalities there.
Kitchen, Living Room, Bathroom- and a little cupboard under the stairs.
The little cupboard blended in, it was all part of their ploy.
For no one knew that in those walls, was the bedroom of a little boy.
Rooms were covered in pictures, Mother, Father, and son.
But this son was different, and not the cupboard one.
The cupboard boy was sleeping, his mind filled with strange dreams.
Dreams of a woman screaming, and a strange flash of green.
The little boy woke abruptly, his heart racing in fear.
He had always had these dreams, ever since he'd lived here.
He didn't remember his old life, although he often tried.
The only thing he remembered, was the car crash where his parents died.
He didn't mind his new life, to himself he'd often tell.
I really love my family… and they love me as well.
Take last Christmas, for an instance, it gave his spirit's a lift.
Although he got a dirty sock, it was his very first gift.
So what his family forgot his birthday, last year when he turned 4.
It wasn't like they celebrated any of the years before.
Sure he was a little hungry, he'd barely eaten that week.
But his family still loved him, they just didn't waste food on the freak.
Yes, he was a little tired, he'd been working on the lawn.
Yet his family loved him despite the fact, it took him all day long.
And although he didn't like to admit it, he'd been smacked a lot that day.
But his family still loved him, he'd just been bad and in the way.
So the little boy went back to sleep, hungry, tired, bruised.
Though they never admitted it, the little cupboard boy knew-
His family surely loved him too.