sits alone each day <br />doesn't ever talk much <br />never wants to play. <br /> <br />The clothes he wears <br />are dirty and torn <br />looks like some thing <br />that has been worn. <br /> <br />The pain he feels <br />down deep in side <br />knowing it's killing him <br />something he can't hide. <br /> <br />His heart is broken <br />tears fill the eyes <br />everyone ignores him <br />he begins to cry. <br /> <br />Alone in this world <br />left by him self <br />feels like a doll <br />been put on a shelf. <br /> <br />But the pain is real <br />that he can't deny <br />sad part about it <br />no one cares why. <br /> <br />Learns to fight young <br />best that he can <br />knows life is hard <br />that he can't understand. <br /> <br />Why must a child <br />live life this way <br />he ask the question <br />no one will say. <br /> <br />He swallows his pride <br />his head in shame <br />goes about his day <br />thinking he's the blame. <br /> <br />Life just keeps going <br />from day to day <br />pain they are infecting <br />will for ever stay.<br /><br />Tracy Rollings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-a-little-boy-child-abuse/
