Little Angels

A poem about me..

Only Angels Wear White:
I remember a time when i wore white. I was little and cute, and it felt just right.
Then the time came, when nobody cared. I was the kid who was pushed around and shared.
I never felt loved, or normal, or cool. I knew it was bad, but it was the rule.
He was supposed to be good, and nice, and mine. Instead i was just a part of his crime.
They were all so nice as the day went by. Then night time came, i just wanted to cry.
I felt so alone, hurt, and afraid. I knew i was only being played.
I knew it was wrong, and i felt far away. I hadnt even learned, how should i pray?
White is for innocense, beauty, and grace. Not the things, ive had to face.
I know its my turn, and im ready to go. All because of my brother, named Bo.
I remember a time when i wore white. I was little and cute, and it felt just right.