He sat at the edge of the bed
Thoughts racing like wildfire
He heard his Dads voice sitting at the back of the jeep telling him not to cry
He felt his moms hug her love that shone beneath his heart
He heard his sisters teasing and felt the warmness of her pride.
He felt her eyes giving him the love he so wanted
he felt his best friends calmness rubbing off him
He was who he was made from everything
He was every ounce of love he received
He was the hate that scarred his heart
He was the joy like that came from a baby's laugh
he was sadness which he came to terms with
he was anger he tried so hard to supress
he was the feelings he so denied
He was himself with all these things
so why couldn't he be himself even in their lights?
-k
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