The Kid Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

So much to question,
right from the start,
besides all the time that past,
im sitting alone in my mind,
beyond the sun light,
that reflects off the mirror,
blinding me while i search,
for a way out,
a rabbit hole to lead me in,
pursuing the warmth,
that was once in my hand,
despite my beliefs,
spit upon my morals,
leading me in a circle,
to run me dry,
siphon my time,
take so much from me and run,
away from your problems,
and away from your self,
run far away,
for as i see it,
your nothing but a child,
running in the world.