I contemplate him daily,
so incomprehensible and hushed.
This boy,
very fascinating he is.
What goes on?
Lost inside his mind daily.
Silent he is,
as he speaks he takes a soft melancholy tone.
"I'm fine," he replies,
I do not question his words, simply accept them instead.
But I catch the strain in his words,
recognize the broken sight in his eyes.
I notice the pain you try to hide,
but you simply cannot from me.
For I myself have gone through the experience,
therefore I do not struggle to notice.
