Innocence - Poem

A boy who lost his innocence at a young age. Were all forced to play this dreadful game. No winners or prizes, just coffins and a lot of pain. Depending how you play it, maybe you wont look at it the same way as a boy who had to become a man at a young age. A lot of us are in it to obtain money and fame, but what they all fail to realize is when you lose it all will the view you the same way? Will they still have that gratitude when you aren’t the man everyone looks to. What if we all knew the most useful tool we can ever posses was apart of us. In the eyes of a young boy that means absolutely nothing. Many of us want to stand for something but later down the road in the eyes of the wicked will die for nothing. Its a shame cause you cant teach someone something you never knew yourself, many of us are only here because we’d affect too many lives if we killed ourself. Theres a higher purpose we serve, ive been buried far deep to the center of the earth. Writing away your thoughts of the day is what helps a young boy stay sane. I hope i live long enough to tell my kids my story. Not so they can understand the pain, but understand that through that pain there was glory. We all just want to be the good guy in somebody’s story but what we fail to realize is that without the bad guy, there really is no story. You have to embrace the light and dark sides otherwise you’ll always be living in a permanent lie. I hope I positively affect enough lives that when I die I’ll forever be immortalized. The demons in my eyes didn’t always appear that way, they slowed started to creep up on me more and more and I forcefully continued to play this dreadful game.