The odd child sat in the corner,
While the other children played.
Their laughter bright and innocent.
They did not know.
The toys and vibrant bows,
Could not hold his attention,
His mind too darkened
With hate and sorrow.
Two holes in his heart where
His parents once stood,
Now hollow and empty
They did not know.
Beneath the ground
They now slept,
His mother
His father.
The odd child in the corner
He would not play with them,
Why was he so sad
They did not know.