Little Fang Boy

I live in the dark room. The sun makes me hurt. So I stay by the wall and count the floor cracks. I am small. I am hungry. I do not know why. Mama is gone. Papa is gone. The house makes no hug. I want a hand. I want a face. I want a "stay." But when they come close, my teeth get mean. My body gets loud. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) I cannot stop. I want a friend (I want a friend) but I bite too hard. I do not grow up. I do not go old. I only stay. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) alone again. The grown-ups look warm. They smell like sleep. They talk sweet to me. I try to be good. I try to be still. I try not to hurt. But my mouth knows hunger. My hands know grab. My heart knows "more." Then after the red taste, I sit on the step and feel bad inside. I did not ask this. I did not pick it. It picked me. I keep looking for a soft small soul that will not run. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) I cannot stop. I want a friend (I want a friend) but I bite too hard. I do not grow up. I do not go old. I only stay. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) alone again. If you see me, please do not shout. Just give me space. Just give me time. I know I look wrong. I know I feel wrong. I know I am not normal. I still want someone to sit near me and not leave. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) I cannot stop. I want a friend (I want a friend) but I bite too hard. I do not grow up. I do not go old. I only stay. I am little fang boy (little fang boy) alone again.