When I was a child I never was as others were,
Always feeling different, the odd one out.
I suppose Freud would make me blame my parents,
Because they loved me too much and not enough.
The feeling of being an outsider has lasted until today,
So I create some mask or persona to hide behind,
To try and forget the little child that is inside.
But I just cannot help but feel alone,
And I know I do this myself
And I cannot help it.
Little boy lost,
Waiting to be found.
©Charlie F. Kane
25/06/07
Charlie F. Kane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-197/
