The Boy Alone Poem by Jesume Sioco

life is mournful and i was left alone,
i am little and can't find true home.
begging for their love, oh i can't wait
but i guess where i stand is fate.

sometimes i think, sometimes i question,
why am i deprive of attention,
all i want is unconditional affection.
so deeply it hurts my name didn't mention.

it is my prerogative to be loved,
that gift from the mighty above.
maybe i should not give or should not care,
eventhough it's life's only dare.

but i need it and i should feel it,
this love i beg for though i'm not used to it.