You're lost little boy

jenny.g



You're lost little boy...
No I'm not, what the fuck? I know exactly where I live.
It's down there in the gutter, with all the other shit.
You're lost little boy...
What you on about? You smoking crack? Do one you silly bitch!
I'm a big tough man with lots of plans and you can't tell me dick!
You're lost little boy...
You're stressing me now, so what if I am? You can't fix nothing miss.
How you gonna save me? With fucking maths? As if!!
You're lost little boy...
And what yeah, I come here every day. I sit here in your classroom, to keep the courts away.
You try to save me bit by bit but what the fuck can you do? When every night I go home to a life full of vomit and spew.
You're lost little boy...
I can't dream bigger, I can't want more, I've just gotta get through the day.
Till tonight when I can get mashed up and smoke reality away!
You're lost little boy...
I'm really not, I know just how my life's gonna be, the poisons running way to deep and it's to late for me.
This cycle will go on and on and round and round and round. Whacked up, jacked up, fucked up, cuffed up, I'll make my daddy proud.

  • Author: jenny.g (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2017 03:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after a particularly difficult day working with challenging young people. I felt ineffectual in helping them overcome their circumstances and want more for themselves. Not every day is like this and a truly believe we can make a difference and these young people can make a difference for themselves. They just have to want it.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 31
  • Users favorite of this poem: darknessandlight
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  • Jinx

    Good stuff.

    • jenny.g

      Thanks very much

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      WELCOME JENNY ~ Thanks for your first ~ very Powerful and very Poignant Poem. I can empathise I have worked with a FOYER (16 - 25) and in an FE College (16 -30). It is very sad when one sees Teens wasting their lives ~ The last five words are alas of often true ~ but very chilling ! More Poems please ~ Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.

      • jenny.g

        Thank you for your kind words Brian. I look forward to reading your work.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good strong write, it is a shame that some young ones become, or are forced to become like this. I wish you well in your work. Welcome to MPS.

        • jenny.g

          Thank you, and yes it is such a shame so see young souls so damaged. There is always hope.

        • darknessandlight

          I used to work in the Psych field with both children and adults. There are always days that you will feel like you are bashing your head against the wall, but no matter what, you are making a difference. Most broken people just need someone who cares. You have a good heart, never doubt your ability to help make a change in someone's life no matter how small.

          • jenny.g

            ❤️



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