Path

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I walk the lonely path,

Trees watching me tread the coarse ground.

I pass by a bench and a few others,

Likely to be similar to me.

A boy with toys enjoying his time,

But he had no guardians,

Quite a curious one.

Another not much older,

Still without guardians,

Quite a lonely one.

I passed by taking note,

Each individual older than the last.

A boy hiding in the shadows,

Watching others from afar,

Quite an abnormal one.

Another watching him from farther,

Watching all and waiting,

Quite a distant one.

I walked the path further,

Finding each individual to get darker and darker.

Each one alone,

Each one hiding.

I came to the end of the path,

Where the youngest had stood,

He looked me in the eye and said.

"You were not supposed to be happy."

I looked up and saw a mirror,

Not a mirror though,

But a painting.

I watched as the colors dissolved,

And only a shaded lonely figure stood.

"This is you, because of you."

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