lost

They say life treats you fair,
No it doesn't it doesn't know how to care.

Here I am again sat on my own,
Feeling sad and down.

The weather is nice and and sunny,
But i'm worried about stuff including money.

I want no nagging parents or being left out by your sister and niece.
No need to run and hide in my room for peace.

No shouting, arguing, falling out or pure hell,
I don't have any of this so spend my life in a shell.

What do I have you may ask me,
What I have is wee.

A joy, a ray of hope, a kind and caring  pleasure
A beautiful little boy to treasure.