Self Pity

There’s a boy who colours the evening sky grey
He sat in his room with no one to play
The day passed him by while he sat on his own
He sat there so long, the grass it had grown
The boy isn’t lonely since he’s never known friends
Best of his memories only pretend
He lives in the confines of dreams
He lives within both you and me
He’s the long rainy days that cease to end
He’s the broken promises you never mend
He’s the burning scream of your uniform bright future
He’s those choices you wish you made before closure
He’s never opened the door
Will you?