Things He Does
A storm in his head
Makes him run and hide
He tries to be what they wanna make
And he can't even be himself
Or the one they wanna make him
Hope lets him stay calm
In the silent war
He breaks hard in those storms
Atlast he gets home back
Either ruining him or else throughout the folks
He wishes to stop himself
But yet, could not help
He knows what he is upto
But still chooses the same path to go through
Going through mess
Still makes him look fresh
He gotta go long in his game
And trying hard to play well
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