Ward

They almost never talk to me, the gypsy kid that they were left with. 

The kid who had to watch his parents fall from the high trapeze. 

They don’t care about the fact that I see them in my dreams.  

Screaming. 

Falling.  

The red surrounding them. 

Where are they taking me? Are they finally getting rid of me? 

Who did they sucker into taking me? Must be someone with money, 

stupid big trees lining this long ass lane, houses sparce, but huge. 

Suck up probably won’t even realize that they were holding me  

in a juvie cell. Claimed that all the orphanages were full.  

Why couldn’t I have stayed with the circus?  

At least I would have people who knew and loved me.  

Now I get some big, lonely mansion, with a billionaire,  

who doesn’t know me, and posh butler who is trying too hard.  

Well at least it can’t get any worse than being a ward of the state,  

maybe this ward thing will work. Maybe it won’t. Who the hell cares.