Growing Up

LIGHT,

Was his shine, he kept shining like a star in the night,

A vigorous boy, with great dreams and aspirations,

And all that little boy had to do was use his imagination, to bigger delight

Despite his creativity and devotion,

The boys next to him kept intoxicating him, like a poisonous potion

Not long after,

A sweet innocent child couldn’t express his laughter,

His light had started dimming, who knows if it was for the better,

If he’d grow stronger, become a getter

Or if he’d be a soyboy, writer of letters

his father’s hairs had become GRAY,

And he’d wished for lots of friends with whom he’d play,

Naturally bold and careless, he couldn’t be afraid

To maybe make some friends while getting paid

Little did he know,

About his coming downfall

His servitude had shown,

And he'd become ashamed to pass the hall

They treated him as an inferior,

Life of him as a child,

He kept showing he was fine on the exterior,

Whilst inside he was getting wild

That had been the breaking point,

In which he’d forever change

A sweet boy to a broken man,

That’s where he’ll forever be deranged

DARK were his sexual deviancies,

And shadowy were his thoughts and grievances,

He’d kept a set number of friends,

Until he figured shit out

And when it was finally time,

The cocoon had opened and he got out

With wings, he could fly at any speed he wanted,

But the angels set a speed limit, so he didn’t get haunted

He flourished, under no management, and no criticism,

Soon was to come a little hint of narcissism,

It was only there to help him, of course

So that he didn’t succumb to the pressure of the college course,

Light was his shine,

He still kept it as his hair grayed little,

But not enough of it,

To keep the darker side tittle