It Started With A Baby
It started with a baby
With inky locks and charcoal eyes
Who dressed as a Telletubbie for Halloween
And sat all day and cried
That baby turned into a toddler
That was admittedly, a bit shy
He’d cry when his mama left him
And was left out to dry
He then became a child
Bright, but reserved and fearful
The teacher asked him what was wrong
And this caused a response quite tearful
He grew into a teenager
That sulked throughout the halls
And was too afraid to make eye contact
And admit he played with dolls
He grew into a young man
Who viewed the world as a moral time bomb
He slit his wrists and the story ended
With a note titled “Sorry Mom”
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