the story starts with a wee little boy.
Staring at the world with wonder,
and he had the audacity to challenge fate.
He never knew,
that by 3 words,
his life would fall before his very eyes.
He marveled at the piano,
as he wanted to die.
Yes, thats all he wanted
to die.
He watched things get smashed.
He watched himself cry in the mirror,
but "how ugly you are"
he would tell himself.
People held him to make an image.
Wear a mask,
light smile,
play dumb.
Truth was my mind was too smart,
so instead of playing dumb,
i LIVED it.
I made sure no one would know who I was.
What he made me become.
As if my life was a game,
and the story would shift at any time.
Clocks began to be my enemy.
They would tease me saying,
"how long have ya been here?"
I hate the corners of buildings.
The 90 degree corner calling my name.
The torture it held.
The backside of me,
made an *** of itself,
though it already was an ***.
The wee little boy.
died inside,
but kept living,
lips cold,
eyes rolled,
and he just kept going.