I am the boy without a clue,
a single grain of sand sitting on a rock.
I am the boy
who thinks he has no purpose
like the leftovers from our dinner.
I am a boy who has a lot
of baggage ready to be shipped away.
I am a boy who can’t feel or think,
ready to be broken out of his chains.
I am like a baby bird
wanting to spread his wings.
I am like a welcome rug all
dirty and walked on.
I am the boy who has a future
but doesn’t know it.
I am like a broken mirror,
all cracked and thrown away.
I am the pencil that is too small to be held in your hand.
I am like a camera taking it all in.
I am the boy who is ready to explode
like an atomic bomb.