Poetry wild

To the boy branded wild

To the girl marked insane

To the child who cried too much

Who couldn’t be tamed



To the one the others whispered ‘bout

To the one who was too loud

To the one who preferred trees as friends

To the one who hated crowds



To the one who searched for solace

In the hidden realm of books

To the one who could never be normal

To the one who got the looks



To the one whose mother told the rest was

Manipulative and tinged

To the one whose siblings said they wished

Was a little less unhinged



To the one who messed up the family, who carried all the blame

To the one who might begin to believe

From him all their issues came



To the one who cuts herself again with every small mistake

To the one who thinks with each step back

His life this world should take



To the one who becomes smaller

With every biting word

To the one who others boldly insist

Feels things that are absurd



To you, my friend, my heart, my soul

To you, my love, I say

Quitting is sometimes the healthiest thing

And you can walk away.