Alone

The boy stood alone again
The air slightly cooler
Goose bumps ran up his neck
The bags under his eyes grew with each lagging second

THe boy had played in the streets,
But the older kids always picked on him.
They were bigger and taller.
So he fell.

They boy had run,
But was out run by others.
They passed him by without a glance.
So he fell.

The boy had tried to love,
But the boy was out danced.
They passed him by and chose someone else.
So he fell.

The boy knew he would be beaten,
But stood back up again.
They pushed him down.
But he was born to stand strong.

So there he stood.