This boy

I want to tell you a story,
a story about a boy.

This boy
could have been everyone else.
Popular and good looking,
with the right clothes
and the right friends.
People thought:
Oh this boy must be happy.
But.

This boy,
had everything.
Enough money
to buy any materiel thing.
But there was one thing
he couldn’t get.
One thing he missed
which couldn’t be bought
- love.

Every time you looked at him,
he was smiling, laughing
as if nothing was wrong.
But his eyes told another story.
In his blue eyes,
a story was written
about privation and failure.

This boy
had never told his friends
what he had been going through?
About the lost of his mom.
The desire to know
what real love is.
What life is all about.

The experiences the boy
had about what “love” was
came from
money,
his violent stepmother
and the unfair glorifying
of her own kids.
He was nothing in her eyes.

No wonder
he came out
in the wrong environment.
No wonder
sex and drugs became a part
of his everyday life.

If just someone had told him
he was good enough.
It wasn’t because of his money
and his good appearance
they liked him.
If just they’ve showed him
trust and acceptance.
Perhaps he would have been
a totally different boy.
A boy with taste of life.

Because what is it really
life is all about?
When do you become happy?