A Boy Who Had A Green Shirt

Once upon a time there was a boy in a green shirt nobody seem to no who was this boy. Nobody seem to understand how can a small boy such as him be alone in the middle of the street. Everytime someone saw this boy alone on the side walk they felt bad for him.  But we are just people at the end of the day we would drive off and never think twice about the people that need help. The people who have no where else to go to. People just never seem to care about our fellow man. Like everything else this story is about the boy wearing a green shirt. A shirt that is beaten down and torn, torn and stain with dirt and blood. Blood from living life outside the guarded homes. Inside the empty street of danger and pain. Outside where boys are faced to grow up too soon and take care of them selves. This just might be about a boy or it just maybe be about a sad man-boy. Maybe the boy is just a runaway. Maybe he just ran away from his broken home. Or just maybe everyone in his world just gave up on him. Just left him in the cold to die. To die alone in the cold and alone. A boy who has to ask for money and eat from trash cans to survive in this complex world of ours. About a boy who had to do thing to survive. To do bad things to survive, to do things he had to continue his life. Maybe this boy lives in an ivory tower and the tide of shit keeps beating at its walls trying to destroy his home. Or the boy was kicked out of his house by his drunk mother. What if he just was born in a dumpster by a crack whore. Which makes him a crack baby. With that in mind he could have many problems with himself like having liver damage, or organ failure, brain damage. ect or just maybe... just maybe he is a self- loathing adolescent who can't stand looking at himself. Hating what he sees, with self destructive behaviours. But now the boy is not a boy anymore the boy is now a man, a full grown man. A man that is still wearing the green shirt. this man just might be older but he is the same little boy wondering the streets alone. On the streets the man was exposed to all the indecent things in the happy world we live in. A boy becomes man like a puppies becomes a dogs. This man just might hate himself but he doesn't take it out on others around him. He stairs at the families walking by him on a busy street downtown wishing he could of had something even close to that. Something close to having a family but some things that should and what should never happened to him but you can always find this man that once was a boy in the same place in the lonely street next to the coffee shop on the corner of Pope and John.