Exiled forever

What more can I offer you?
I gave you all that you asked and still you have to appreciation.
The A's and the stars that you craved were given to you,
The attention by the extended family was heaped upon you as would fit
the examined that passed,
Yet the examined was not given anything,
We do not talk about the physical yet more of the emotional and mental
gains.

No respect was given. Still the dumb boy that has stupid dreams,
Still the black sheep that wishes to be a writer,
And this idiotic child knows this
Yet still endures his pains to give his oppressors the attention they
crave.

All he asked for was for some trust, some slack to be given,
No quarter was even contemplated by the slave masters,
He wished one night, one night of freedom with his friends and
still,
Still they did not yield thinking the child untrustworthy even though
he gave them all they asked.

He sits in his room thinking of all he feels,
Knowing that he will forever be an outcast with his peers for he cannot
interact,
There is no bridge to think of when the shackles he wears can never be
removed.
Time and time again he asked for a little appreciation, was any
given?
Do not look for answers in this poem for the answer lies in his blood
and tears.
More than any word can say about the tortured youth,
More than any word that can be written by me, that one single tortured
youth.