• There was a little boy who could not be consoled.
    So he wore a mask that was strong and bold.
    He’d forge a smile and fake a grin.
    Showing no trace of the pain within.
    The children went for recess and he walked to the swing.
    He sat by himself, waiting for the bell to ring.
    The bell took days, months, years.
    All he felt was the stares of his peers.
    The children started to yell, sing, and chant
    “You’ll never be as good as us. You won’t, you can’t”
    The swing stopped and his mask shattered,
    Revealing a face that was beaten and battered.
    He ran off, to his secret hill.
    The only place where he can hide from the world and lie still.
    He rested his head and waited for the stars,
    The only things that would not reopen his scars.
    The air grew cold and the sky became dark.
    He sat quietly, without a remark.
    A light beamed across the sky, crashing to the ground.
    He raced over, his jaw dropping at what he found.
    The star smiled and said hello.
    The boy’s face was lit aglow.
    They talked and talked for hours on end,
    The sun had come up but he met a new friend.
    He raced to school to show the children what he found.
    But when they returned, there was just a hole in the ground.
    The children started to yell, sing, and chant.
    “You’ll never be as good as us. You won’t. You can’t. “
    The children left, tears poured from each eye.
    “why boy, why do u cry”
    The boy looked up to find the star.
    The boy cried out “I don’t see where u are!”
    The star spoke softly “I’m sorry, I was forced to leave”
    “but remember your better than them, you just have to believe”
    The boy smiled, his mask was back on.
    He knew they couldn’t speak as soon as it reached dawn.
    The sun started to rise, so towards the flag, he took a stroll
    When the sun awoke, the children found him hanging from the pole.
    They read his shirt, their eyes grew and grew
    “You’ll never be as good as me. ******** you."