Red Headed Boy Poem by Ben Ryan

Red Headed Boy

Yes I'm noticed for my hair,
and it seems people only care,

thinking of their kindness as a good deed,
but in reality they don't know what I need,

for I'll still just return home,
to sit, play, and read all alone,

where I'll take time to think,
eyes pouring like a sink,

as they don't truly care
for the boy beneath the hair.

Friday, February 21, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,hair,kindness
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