Playground children playing
As the soft school bell can be heard ringing.
Yet,
There is sadness in the air,
The boy that sits alone.
He who has the tormented soul of a fox demon.
Everyday being drown in his misery.
His eyes searching for a face,
That could possibly care.
Only longing for love and trust,
But to no avail.
The days grow longer and the nights are shorter.
It's to over whelming to get up,
By the pain and ridicule.
By the end of the day you are reduced to a corner.
You just wish it's all a nightmare,
And soon it will all be over.
Crying is your last resort.
You close your eyes and hope that no one else will see,
Just to realize what you'll never get or be.
You keep falling for the same haunting mistakes,
While handing out what you didn't want to lose.
You wonder if falling in a never ending sleep…
Could be your escape.
But soon the spotlight will shine upon you;
You'll hope to see every dream come true.