Pragmatic.
Postive.
Fun.

This is what the world asks of him.

A boy, who is cloaked in evil, fear,
And toxicity.

He decided his heart was too fragile
Too human

To give it a chance to be seen.

His emotions dance around his mind,
and back and forth they bicker..
what is safe?
What do I want?
What should I do?

And the boy is confused,
Alone.

Behind his cloak he is human.

But human means pain. Failure.

Like a droplet of rain, disguising itself in the dirt as mud.
Disgusting, and avoided he remains

but to guard his insides, which are so clear,
so vulnerable.

His shadow holds his secrets, his tears and constant jitters.

It knows his weakness, and his lies,
though he cannot get rid of it.
He can’t run from himself.

The boy weeps behind shade
The boy yells in closed rooms
He hides

And hides.

But everything always catches up to him.

Pragmatic.
Positive.
Fun.

This is what they want him to be.

And so in defiance, he is evil among other things.

Angry.
Jealous.
Dark.

Dead.