Story of a boy

Stood against the world for he thought himself different
Hurt,rejected,so many times
He had to be distinct


Better laugh along than be laughed at
And thats what he did,
Never really feeling true feeling
He numbed himself from pain


She heard him reach out to her
she put out her hand
he clenched it so gently
Too gently perhaphs,for he slipt out & fell

Falling so hard
Never to feel again.

But,wait!There's hope!
The story didnt end...

While he lay there on the pathway
A fairy chucked his chin
she messed his hair & ran away
he didnt have time to think

Took off like a humming bird
She sped around the corner
And....disappeared?


Not so,it seems
For he still sees her in dreams.
And while as in dreams he sees her
She lays silently beside him
aware of a promise still





"Adversity is the first path to truth."
-George Gordon Byron