Oh, look, I found one that I had actually bothered to rhyme. I shouldn't have bothered, I suck at rhyming :/ Still, please feel free to review :)
Benjamin's poem: What about me?
It's just one of those things:
Nature painted a red arrow at me when I was young.
And that was it: I was 'that kid'
The one everyone's harsh pointed words stung
The kids at school were mean,
I was always alone.
But it didn't really matter to me,
Because Charlie was always home
He would sit next to me in lessons
When everyone would look the other way
We would talk and laugh and play cards
Gently blowing precious time astray
But the guy in the clouds,
He decided people don't have it hard enough.
As soon as the time bomb ticks ten years
Life started to get tough
Charlie was torn from my grasping hand by fate,
And despite trying my best to be positive for the times ahead
(Because that's what best friends do, I guess)
Those cold days of Autumn we looked to with dread.
That next school term was enduring
Both for me, and my friend
Me: a vortex of loneliness and torment
Of which I thought would never end
And Charlie: my treasured Charlie,
It sounded terrible what happened to you:
Those horrible people and events,
No wonder you look so blue.
But after New Year,
Something changed, something snapped
Charlie, you said you wanted to go back:
Leaving me still trapped.
I saw you, Charlie,
And everything was not as it should be.
You were the same: the quiet righteousness, the hedge of hair,
But the way you spoke that day to me:
It was like I was nothing, I wasn't even there.
Charlie, why is it
That whilst I am chained in a never moving photograph,
With nothing, no one but my beloved Labrador,
You live wild and free and happy fighting Bloor's staff,
You find happiness in another drawer.
Tell me Charlie:
I might not be much, I'm not one who explores.
I'm not brave, and I don't fight battles with glee.
But now you've left me for those kids at Bloors,
Charlie Bone, what about me?