#WritcoStoryPrompt29
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...

Sigh! I feel out of place all my life. I had been told that my dad is alive an well, but yet he's absent from my life. It hurts to see my friends and their dad having fun or just simple enjoying each other time.

My mom is on and off with me. I remember when she use to keep my company, make time for me and get me gifts. Now all she does is shout at me, she left me so many times, an when she returns, she made me cry. I wonder what really changed her to be the way she is with me.

I know it's not my so called father, because my mom has a boyfriend who she loves dearly. She seems to put him before me at times.

I'm a loner, I get pick on at school, my teachers shout at me and I'm a slow leaner. No body has time for me, no body seems to care.
My mom don't give me the time to tell her what's going on in my life. I have no friends, everything around me is suffocating me.

I do not feel welcome in this world. I feel like I'm surrounded by hate and discomfort. Many nights my pillow listen to me cry. My heart feels heavy, while my mind stays confuse.

There were times I felt loved by my mom, now all I feel is pain inside. I'm broken with no one to mend me.

I cannot tell my mom that I'm being beaten on, because my grades are low. She will ask why, instead of seeing that I'm hurting, and this result in her neglecting me, no father around and the physical and verbal abuse is too much.

I'm a loner, a lonely and broken boy who hope to see a change one day.
© Tenisha Sterling