Scars he cant hide <br />Eat away at his soul <br />Reminding him of his past <br />Though it was not his fault <br /> <br />His mother worked in Bed <br />His father loved the bottle <br />It was nothing he could control <br />So he sat alone and wept<br /><br />Malcolm Bacchus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterflies-flutter-as-a-little-boy-stands-in-need/
