The weight of unseen wounds

This is the story of a young boy,  

To be precise, a boy quite forlorn,  

Overweight and awkward, he walks alone,  

In a world where kindness has never been shown.  

From those he should cherish, he feels only scorn,  

Family and friends, their warmth all but worn.  

What is it like to be cherished, to care?  

What does it mean to feel love in the air?  

What’s it like to hold hands, to share in a smile?  

These questions swirl in his heart all the while,  

In the chaos of thoughts, he seeks to find peace,  

Yearning for solace, for heartache to cease.

He only feels the spotlight's glow  

When others seek his aid,  

In moments of their need, he’s known,  

Yet in silence, he must fade.  

When students call for help in tests,  

His worth is finally seen,  

But outside those fleeting hours,  

He’s lost in the unseen.  

Like the golden sky at dusk,  

Ignored while the sun takes flight,  

Or the tender leaf beside the rose,  

In shadows, out of sight.  

He knows he’s not the sun or bloom,  

Yet yearns for love and praise,  

A heart that craves a gentle touch,  

In the quiet, he decays.

Like the soft whispers of birds on a cloudy day,  

He wanders through life, lost in dismay.  

Expectations weigh heavy, a burden he bears,  

And the love that he craves only deepens his cares.  

Mistakes from the past haunt him with guilt,  

With just a few friends, his support is built.

In this relentless race, where competition is fierce,  

He feels the urge to surrender, his spirit pierced.  

His thoughts are a tangle, pressure mounts high,  

Overwhelmed by the chaos, he lets out a sigh.  

The boy, once ridiculed, betrayed by the crowd,  

Hides his true feelings, silent and bowed.  

Frustration brews deep, a storm in his chest,  

A whisper of darkness suggests he should rest.  

He thinks of giving up, but then he reflects,  

Even in death, he’ll face society’s neglect.  

Friends will still mock him, call him a fool,  

So he waits for a moment, to play by his rule.  

Not for the love that he yearns to reclaim,  

But to turn eighteen, to play a new game.  

To secure a life insurance, a twisted design,  

To defy fate and God, to claim what is mine.  

In hopes that in death, he’ll find what he sought,  

A love that eluded him, a battle he fought.  

For even in darkness, he dreams of a light,  

Longing for solace, in the depths of the night.