It was a cold winter night
when it all started
Frustrated from all his works
Hiro sat on his bed
faced down
A tear almost escaped his eyes
All he could do was
think of Things
he wanted to do
Like all the other nights
He noted down his journal
And lay down to sleep
But
That night was different
He could not sleep
He remembered the day
He remembered the faces
He remembered the words
All he could do was fake a smile
He was beaten
He was left out
He did not even notice
The tear drop that fell
That night
