A Child Left Behind

January 30, 2014

I am pain.

I am calling for you to reach me,

Because there’s everything to gain.

I am a kid.

Young enough to not remember when you left,

But old enough to remember that you did.

I see you.

In every foster parent that passes me by, I wait for you.

Waiting for you to come through.

Because you love me, right?

You promised you did.

But you never put up a fight.

So here I stand,

I fight for myself.

Because you’re never coming back.

I understand that now,

That you don’t know how,

To love a child,

Who only wants to love you back.

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