Everyday
Everyday
When I walk by
I see him sitting
Broken and shy
Everyday
He lives his past
He goes to school
Wearing a mask
Everyday
He hides his pain
Tries not to cry
And takes the blame
Everyday
He gets told
He’s worth nothing
It makes him cold
Everyday
He tries to fight
To ignore the dark
And see the light
Everyday
People say ‘take care’
So that the next day
He’ll be still there
YOU ARE READING
This is real, this is me
PoetryMy name is Kyran Byrne. I am not a poet and I am not trying to be one. I have simply always been better at expressing my feelings through written words, then when trying to speak them out loud. I am coping with a lot of problems and I am not expec...
