Ian

He leans his head against the glass door,

And watches the rain.

He shuts his eyes,

And wishes he could drown out the yelling.

Why me?

He asks.

Why couldn’t his family be ok,

Why did they have to be messed up?

Something shatters,

And he shuts his eyes tighter.

After a minute he peeks in,

And sees a stain of black coffee growing on the rug.

He leans his head on his knees,

And his shoulders shake.

Who says boys don’t cry,

When their life is falling apart?

 

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