I am trying to be a good boy my tears are me trying,
Mom says stop crying you are a pain in the ass;
Dad says that is because you coddle him too much.
I hold my breath so I will not cry.
I no longer cry.
Mom says so you think by being stubborn you will get your way?
Dad says oh stop Martha he is becoming a man.
At school I have friends, I do not like them.
Mom and dad were called into the principals office;
He said I was bulling other kids,
My dad said that is what is wrong with schools these days they coddle the kids.
I just stare because I do not care.
I was suspended and my dad was mad at the principle.
The principle said it was my parents fault.
They took me from my parents.
I am in foster care, I do not want to be here.
The kids are soft, cry too much.
I will teach them to toughen up with me around,
Now I am in juvenile detention;
I thought I was tough now I am crying.
Well this will never happen to me again, I will be tougher from now on.
Counselor said if you continue down this path,
You will be in prison one day.
I have a big brother assigned to me,
He seems ok, I am learning to control my anger,
I like his family they seem to like me.
I am getting good grades, my big brother asked to adopt me,
They say it is not possible;
He stays close, I have his phone number,
I want to be just like him when I grow up.