Nomidea What To Call This
sitting in a corner everyday
telling himself to stay away
happiness he wants to have
yet life is sad and drives him mad
his tears dry and old
but they are gold to some of his bold
friends he says yet they turn to him ask where has he been
he lies and slowly
DIES
inside more
day by day
night by night
yet he is locked in a self fight
with the dark night of his so called might
but his light diminishing within his sight
though he knows it is a sad sad blight
he wont give up on that light
showing his might
but a delusion
that keeps creating his greatest illusion
CONFIDENCE
he has none
it will still be done
cause he will never be one
AON
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