J.A.Y.

His lips are chattered,
His clothes are torn,
He has been like this,
From the day he was born,

He comes home from school,
All beaten up,
He stalks the hallways,
Trying to act rough,

He doesn't mind,
When his lunch is taken,
And he doesn't care,
If he knows he's mistaken,

But deep down he's broken,
And always will be,
For the path he has chosen,
Doesn't have a light to see.