The Forsaken Child

No one ever believe the words of a child,
For all they thought of him, is that he had turn wild,
Now he sits alone with nobody around,
Afraid to even make a single sound.

He recall those days when the adults believe him,
Yet now they just ignore him and have a swim,
All this started because of a white lie that he tells,
As people around him wonder if he casts spells.

No one knew how he felt deep inside,
All the mourns and lies he had to abide,
This because of a white lie he told,
When all he meant was to save a precious soul.

No one cares what he's going through,
For they will never believe what he says is true,
All he can do is to face this cruel world alone,
And to make everyone realize that he is no stone.

© 2005 Fairies Collection

Hmm...I have no idea why I wrote this poem...actually I do...get inspired by Chicken Little...haha...and then...the poem gets weird...and thanks for the help of lost|||soul...I manage to finish it...but now I'm still not satisfy...hmm...ok...just tell me if it's not good...