Lonely Poem by ash enslow

A brother to me was nothing special
He just sat in his room, and loved to wrestle

My mother is one of heavens kind
She puts out a glow visible to the blind

The father figure in my life is a miserable memory
He wasn’t really a dad, and had other priorities

As for me, im the lonely one
A hermit in my world of superficial fun

Sex, drugs and lots of rap
Is what my future has intact

Stop all the madness and crazy insanity
Im sinking slowly into a false fantasy