Michael Heartfelt
A mother recently obtained
her teenage son
that hasn't been with him since he was an infant.
That mom had complications of her own
and that made it okay to leave,
sincerely. She was a young mother
and had to grow up
similar to her son.
Every time they met and all the stories
she was told led her to believe her son,
though overweight and awkward
was a happy child. Outstanding academic performance
all sorts of awards and mentions.
Someone who cared about family, and home.
She grew to love
what she thought her son was.
Everything changed when he moved in.
He had very few clothes, made as much noise as a sheet
blowing in the wind. He'd stare,
eyes glistening to thoughts that took him away
from where he was. He couldn't stand without falling-
talk without stuttering.
He was fragmented and faulty.
His grades had slipped, his attitude changed
towards life
had fallen to shambles all inside his head
and not a one seemed to notice,
especially those close to him. They figured it was
just teenage rebellion; not wanting to do.
Even though he dearly wished he could
so everyone would be appeased and happy again
including himself.
His mother would send him to his room
to do work for hours. He must have sat there
over it, wishing he could just get it done.
He knew the problems, he knew the solutions.
Instead he cried his eyes loose to there being no reason
to try anymore. This new room of his
was broodingly uncomfortable and ate away
all his hopes
of actually getting something done.
His mother reported to his grades often,
and made more notice
of them than him losing considerable amounts of weight
over time that stretched for years beyond the
couple months it lasted.
His eyes became nothing to notice but the lines and shadows
they had become. Most of all
he left to himself, didn't bother them for a thing.
They took the chance to bother him
to get what they wanted, it always came with a side of swears
and not a care for what he felt. It was hard on a boy
with a sensitive shoe on the left, and
a shoe telling him to hold his own on the right.
Once, and only once did this happen
he snapped
as quietly as any bend could break in to.
Michael wrote his heartfelt apology,
made sure that his mother knew he loved her, but could not
live in her world.
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