Little Boy, ashamed he stood,
He watched others' gains.
The sun rises high,
Yet above Little Boy hovers a
Heavy cloud of rain,
A storm the rest of humanity has gifted the boy.
Even in his kingdom,
Little Boy does not reign.

It isn't right, he fumes,
They can't conduct my flight,
It isn't right, he stresses,
Only I should achieve my
Own hight.
Little Boy creates his
Own world,
Little boy doesn't follow
Any other's leads.
Little Boy creates his
Own world,
Little boy stands a pearl
Amongst a million manmade beads.
He molded his fresh clay into his own shape,
It fits not the multitude's description,
Little Boy bearing his
separate depictions.

Although governing as the proud
Needle in a haystack,
Little Boy felt the nerve. And so,
Ahsamed he Stood.

Yes, you can be one-of-a-kind, but that doesn't mean you should expect anyone giving you props for it. Learn to receive hatred. The whole world can't love you.