"Charity case",
he's called by reporters,

and "It's simply pity," they announce on the news

Through adoption,
he did not gain
a new family,
but instead
living quarters.

His new father
spends his nights
chugging booze.

He's just an old man
with too many
Addiction Disorders.

And, soon later,
he begins to stumble forward,

and a fist in the face is
always the former,

to a remainder of the night
spent in horror.

-

"His life is so easy",
they complain

and "at least your parents
didn't die in vain",

Meanwhile,
he lives with the beatings,
as useless as
Mary Jane

With nothing but a
blade,

a testament
to his pain

-

But maybe, just maybe,
it would be best to stray

away from the hurt
of yesterday.

But that's hard when everything seems as dull and gray,

and all, it seems,
you can do is pray.

And when it's so bad
that he can't see a sliver
of the sun's ray,

and he feels
like a castaway-

Lost at sea,
never to be seen,
to fade away-

That's
when he looks at his feet,

tells his feelings to take a backseat

to his brain, because he is stronger than yesterday.

He's powerful and
human and
all things beautiful.

His name doesn't matter,
but his story.