Neglected and Alone
Copyrights: I know this sounds like a mushy, sad Eponine poem, but it is not. This is actually a poem from Javert's point of view as a child. This is rated. . .Well, PG, I guess, for some things that may not be suitable for children. . .Not in cussing, but in the depth of it all. Have fun. Les Misérables is not mine. So there. If this stirs up any lawsuits, talk to Victor Hugo, not me. Also, little Javert ponders over who these uncaring people are who are raising him and who he is. This is nonrhyming*DUH!*

I have no idea of who I am,
Where I belong, or where I am from,
The darkness, the silence, I hate it all!
I see these miserable faces, hardened with the worst of all curses.
Imprisonment, that's what they suffer!
Imprisonment, that's what they deserve.

C'est la faute. . .That's a quote often used,
By these ignorant prisoners.
C'est la faute, that is all that goes on,
One blaming another, as I blame society.
C'est la faute gouvernement,
For having me conceived and born, in a bitter, cruel place.

I am ignored, neglected and alone,
And that is no wonder at all to me.
Neglected and alone, what is the difference?
I am just a gamin, a lowly gamin,
And I compare myself to be better off than this criminals.
At least I will be able to, one day, rise from this lowly position.

I am nothing but skin and bones,
My parents are too busy with their own miserable lives,
I am commonly known as the Traitorous Shadow,
Often lurking around the most dangerous, and unveiling their secrets.

One day, a new story will begin.
Sin no more, I shall reach greatness.
But for now, I am a lowly gamin,
Lost, dying, filled with anguish,
Always neglected and alone.