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Little cynic.

Little angel.

Buried in himself.

Outstretched arms, long and thinning

Searching for a way to surface.

Thinking if they did indeed deserve this fate.



Little cynic.

Little angel.

Trapped inside perplexion.

At times, pure and deep in saintly introspection.

Other moments filled with weak contempt -

Obsession over imperfections and resent.



Little cynic.

Little angel.

At times to his own mind

He is but a stranger... standing in a line of danger.

Letting loose like cannons

Things he won't remember happened the next day.



Little critic.

Little faker.

Times he'll romance her

While thinking ways to rape her.

Feeding off regrets that soon become his cancer.

Searching for an answer on his empty paper.



Little mimic.

Meet your maker.

Once I took you in with hopes to make you safer.

Now you harbor fear to come outside -

Breathe another's air and feel inferior at his side.

Shatter fakest pride and show me loud,

'Where is all your beauty now?'

Little angel.