The Lost Boy

He was a little lost boy

Nothing ordinary 

But nothing special

But always lost in a world all his own

That resided only in his mind

He stood out like a sore thumb

Never quite fitting in

In the world around him

No one truly got him

They poked fun about 

The way he walked 

Or even the way he talked

Or who he was 

He always felt like an outsider

Trying hard to fit in

Never quite being the son

His father would have wanted him to be

He tried hard to please everyone 

He felt he couldn’t please anyone

In life and love

Even though he tried hard to be the best

To do what pleased everyone 

And felt that doing so

Would please himself

But doing so he lost himself

Often left hurt

Often left feeling broken

Often left in tears

Cause he couldn’t please everyone

And so he felt lost

Unaccepting and all alone

And so he preferred being lost

In a world all of his own

The world according to him

Where he could be his own

But for those who seen him

Thought him strange

Always lost in his world

Oblivious of the world around him

Oblivious from reality

And so called him names

But he didn’t mind it all

He was happy in his world of his own

He don’t mind being 

The little lost boy

Cause in being lost

He found a life of his own