He was depressed,
He was alone,
His eyes were a window to his soul.

His face scarred red,
His skin rounded,
He feared the eyes around him.

He thought he loved,
He sought for silent clues,
His silence masked maddening hues.
  
His friends around him,
His stuff in trees,
He feared loss when bullied.

He hid his anxiety,
He contained his fear,
His hate for showing up to purgatory remained in here.

His faith faltering,
His feet slipping,
He stumbled through the dark searching for something.

He wanted acceptance,
He wanted a friend,
His steel walls would not let them in.

Fat, weak, slow,
Ugly, stupid, selfish,
His thoughts echoed his perception of himself.

Until he was answered.

An ultimatum,
A friend,
An answer.

Now these things are behind me.