The next wasn't so much a boy;
He was more a being of his own deploy.
He was quite unique - I still have to say!
I was drawn in by his curious way-
Of seeing the world, yet so cynically
He didn't believe that we could be.
He hated, at least half the earth.
For problems that he well... Didn't deserve.
All the time I wanted to mend his broken ways,
But ultimately he decided it best to stay-
Alone;
Removed and away.
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The Optical Illusion - A Pastiche of Poems
Short StoryPoems like these usually aren't shared because people prefer to keep their emotions hidden and out of sight for whatever reason. I simply don't believe in that though. That's why I decided to share these personal poems that express how I felt in eac...
