My fake smiles,
hidden behind my self-made fires.
The liars,
that continue to run for miles,
never finding a real desire
that will lead them somewhere farther.
I hope to escape from men
who rely on masks and fancy capes.
Superman was never the goal,
a real man only lives in someone with a pure soul.
I don't know where I'll go,
My somber eyes will always find their way back to you.
You might never want me,
but a boy can always live for a simple dream.
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The Journal
RandomLetters from a boy who felt at one point or another alone. Who wrote as a way to find a new voice. These are things he wished he could've said. Things he should've claimed. And now will be saying. These are words that come from a place of hurt and...
