Hidden

Hidden

 

It's hidden

Can you find it?

I lost it to

An evil twit.

 

The boy is invincible;

He's tainted to the core.

The boy stole it from me:

My very self and more.

 

The boy has made fun of me;

He has ridiculed and deceived.

He is quite popular

But hated by those he has cleaved.

 

I need someone

To find my treasure.

To restore it to me

So I can feel pleasure.

 

I need someone

To make the boy see

That jokes may be funny

But they also make people bleed.

 

I need my heart that has been taken.

It's shattered to pieces

From his jokes and giggles

And also his teases. 

 

Please, someone, help me

He has to stop.

He can't always hurt

And believe he's on top.