Poor Lad

Poor pretty little kidnapped lad
You were held four years
Likely abused, beaten, molested
You feared to escape
feared for your life
I can understand that
others say they can't
They are stupid
Mainstream
Powerful
They can't see beyond their
whitebread, middle-class, majority
My heart breaks for you
and I pity your pain, hurt
your tortured long ordeal
But I have my own tortures
I want to love you
To be with you
And I hate myself