Nobody knows the truth about me.
The madness, the terror.
The horror I've seen.
People will look at me, this unique sight.
A small, pale boy,
Dressed in white.
They tease me and punch me, but I don't move an inch.
Not a twitch or a tear,
I don't even flinch.
They think they hurt me, but they're never so sure.
Because they don't know I've seen so much,
That nothing surprises me anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Nate River
PoetrySmall poem about Nate River from deathnote. Enjoy! ^-^ Note: I posted this on tumblr a while back
