Blinding Damage.

He stood there, bright eyed and tow headed
singing boldly and beaming with pride.
He tried his best to sing all the words,
keeping time with the kids who knew,
the kids who fit.
He couldn't see that anything was wrong.
He clutched that book, shouted that song,
and connected with the world in new and awesome ways.
And you missed it.
You sat there, angry and pig-headed,
blinded by your baggage and drowning in your damage.
You tried your best to form the words
inflicting pain and causing hurt,
a hurt you just won't own.
You couldn't see that you were wrong.
You shut your heart, and closed your mind,
And refused to see him meet the world in new and awesome ways.
And you missed it.
You missed another opportunity.
You missed another milestone.
You missed another smile, another joy, another day.
You missed it all.
But I,
I was there.