PockyPowah

I see a stranger, A reflection of what he's supposed to be, Looking into his sad, gloomy eyes, He's thinking to himself, "I'm tired of this, I just want to be me." He hates who he is, but was born this way and is forced to remain, He has a secret buried deep inside, Everyday is like a new dose of pain. I can tell he doesn't care, When I look at his appearance, Raggedy clothes and a mess of his hair, Maybe If he had his wish he wouldn't be this way. Thanks to the norm, His identity is hidden, In every direction his fragile mind is torn, His wish is truely forbidden. I see a stranger, A reflection of what he's supposed to be,