Little kid

There sits a boy,
Alone in his room,
Little does he know,
His life is doomed.

He is only 5 years old,
He loves his family,
Everything looks perfect,
But if only he could see...

He always goes to school,
Does whatever he is told,
But he cannot see,
It will all change when he is old.

He has dreams of playing sport,
Things like most little boys,
Everyday he talks to friends,
And plays with his toys.

He has not a problem in his life,
No worries with girls,
He only worries about getting things off the top shelf,
But he is happy with the world.

He always goes outside,
And kicks the ball to himself,
He doesnt care about anything,
No worries about his future wealth.

A year passes by, then another and another,
Ten years on that boy is nearly a man,
Life has turned around,
His name is Dan.

He hates his life,
Like he hates himself,
He hates everything,
Hates everyone else.

He doesnt love his family,
Because him they dont love,
And the happiness he has,
Just isnt enough.

You probably dont know me or Dan.
But it is still sad to think what this kid must see,
Actually I know,
Because that kid is me.