Poems

Strangers

So lonely was his soul.
And lost was his smile.
Though many didn't see him as fragile.
They let his mask hide his pain.
Never seeing him losing his game.
Many would say his heart too small.
Maybe they hadn't known him at all.
Maybe his problem wasn't that he didn't care.
Maybe it was the hurt he indures that made him scared.
Instead of showing his fear, he practiced covering it up in his mirrors.
He became an illusion, a leader to the lost.
But he was broken and he's tried to pay his costs.
He may not show it well.
But when I see him it's not hard to tell.
Everyone sees him as a danger.
But if they let him in maybe he wouldn't just be a stranger.
He just needs a friend.
Maybe they'll see who he really was in the end.