There’s something more to this anger, despair;
Something deeper that I could never repair.
A broken child, older than he knows
Let’s out a cry, for fear that his hopes
Grown up and tidy now, maybe so,
Still stunted student, too young to know.
“I know your name, I’ll call you by it,”
Never knew it myself, fell to forfeit
You gave me a friend, and she was more
Than I knew at the time: love to adore.
So what do I now, trapped in mistakes?
How far do I go, what future awaits