Title: The boy who cries from within
by Cassandra from Dorset | in writing, poetry
He walks alone, his head down
His face covered up
You can't see his eyes, or the pain that's held.
I want to connect but he won't let me in
He turns the corner and I follow
Watching him pop the packet taking over his blood. They take over his soul
His lips make a smile and his eyes excite. His feet they move with the sound of laughter.
I watch relentlessly, helpless
I know why, I've seen his life
An emo formed through verbs
They say he's a dumb blonde putting his make up on.
But they don't see his pain
His need to get away
The similarity of us all
Beyond our outer layers acting like catchy songs
But I read him
Understanding the pain
I was there now I want to help
I walk home, my head up
My face radiantly glowing
But inside I cry
Praying for his life
I walk past the house
The place he can't hide
The shouts and screams
No cat could compete
My eyes show it all
As I try to connect, but he won't let me in
I'm waiting in his tortured days
I see stereotypical emo's getting bullied for what people see on the outside. But no-one sees the pain from within. Being called an emo myself at times when i had no-one to talk to, helps me understand other people's pain
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