I am Arthur Radley
I wonder what it is like to be young again like Jem, Scout, and Dill
I hear the treo playing outside my house
I see them sneaking on my back porch
I am misunderstood and lonely

I pretend that I am normal, and people aren't scared of me
I feel alone
I touch the stitches on Jem’s pants admiring my work
I worry I will never truly meet the kids
I cry when I know my family thinks I am a disgrace
I am misunderstood and lonely 

I understand why I am locked up
I may just leave one night and never come back
I dream of being my old normal self
I hope I will meet the three kids who entertain my lonely days
I am misunderstood and lonely