Stupid little boys

 
Stupid little boys, 

playing with hearts like toys,
Throwing shadows, breaking joys,
Blind to pain, deaf to cries,
Lost in their own childish lies.

Whispers in stories, shadows they cast,
Toys of the past that never quite passed.
They stir the fire I’m trying to quell,
Playing their parts in my private hell.

They sing in riddles, words unclear,
Hiding meanings I shouldn’t hear.
Never spoken, always implied,
Twisting truths I try to hide.

Stupid little boys,

why have they been destroying my mind?