He has broken eyes
And a lopsided smile
He's been though death
Wars and more-
But he smiles.
He goes through the battle,
Watching friends and family fall.
He stands tall.
The seventh wheel.
Yet.
The stands tall.
He buries his emotions
I order for his group to last.
He buries his friends.
And keeps the mask.
He believes a peaceful life is impossible
Enemies everywhere.
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Thus,
all his emotions are buried there.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by a distressed teen
Poesía"HI THIS IS POETY IS SO SURPRISING DARK FOR ME IT IS SCARY."
