Little Boy: A Poem
I can’t be bothered by you
You rob me of my joy
Turning my smile into a frown
Playing with me like a toy.
Your energy is spent hurting
It is your mission in life
Negative thoughts all the time
Words stabbing like a knife.
You sit and think of ways to harm
Laughing gleefully like a child
No, a more fitting description:
A giggling hyena in the wild!
“Keep ‘em down and out”
Must be your purpose during the year
Telling me that I can’t do it
Feeding that internal fear.
No, I can’t be bothered by you
You’re through winding this toy
I’m not giving any more attention
To a grown-up little boy.
