A Story To Be Told

When I talk to you
It’s the same-old same-old.
You say there’s nothing new,
No story to be told

We always hung out together,
Two peas in a pod.
Nothing left to weather,
You act a little odd.

Persistent, a thorn in the side,
“I give up,” You say.
“There’s nothing left to hide.
My dad beat me one day.”

“He changed me, I can tell.
I want him to stay away.
I need to scream and yell.”

You who used to be fun,
Amusement parks,
Staring at the sun,
Hide-N-Go Seek in the Dark.

Racing by foot and concerts,
Two heads in a sea of people.
Catching the surf,
And glaring at Down’s Steeple.

I don’t see you anywhere.
I’m ready to be sold
On the story you don’t share,
A story to be told.