They called him a monster,
Every single day,
'till he started to believe it,
And his heart began to break,
He looked in the mirror,
But he didn't see himself,
Instead he saw a crying boy,
Shouting out for help,
But he ignored that little boy,
And silenced all his sobs,
inside, though, the boy still cried,
It was like he couldn't stop.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
