The Quiet One
His Father was a Monster…
No… Not Mine
Mother so Protective
They Mocked Him all the time
He spent most time alone…
Some might say Confined…
Alone in the Dark…
Expansion of his Mind…
His Sadness not his own…
He Paid it over time
He often wore Dark Clothes…
It kept him from the Light
His Gaze was often down..
To Steer Him from their Eyes
The Angry and the Bored…
Often Him Despised…
Why Should he be Allowed to Feel?
The Angry would inquire…
It’s just Pain… What’s the Big Deal?
The Anger made them Blind
And as they Turned and Walked away
Their Soul would start to Rumble…
The Boy Looked up… Had this to say
Your Heart will Surely Crumble
Change Yourself… There still is time
The Angry Blocked their Ears
It’s Not Too Late… To Only Try
With This they Disappeared
You Don’t know me…
Don’t Act… Like you know me
DarkJade-
PICTURE CREDIT – Emo Boy
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