03. The Mad Young Man

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Why is he always angry?
Never happy, no matter what is done.
Treats himself like shit.
Others ask why,
Yet he only laughs.

Very private,
But wants to be heard.
Why is it so hard for him to ask?
Afraid of the truth?
Of whom he really is?

Loud and noisy.
Makes fun of others
Even more himself.
Does he want sympathy?
All he gets is stares.

Doesn’t quite fit in.
What he wants; no one knows.
They ask what’s wrong; they wait for a reply,
And yet I tell them nothing.

What is it he needs?
Would they really help anyway?
They think he's mad at them;
really I’m mad at myself.
Will he ever learn?
He doesn’t need to be mad forever.

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I read through this poem a few times before critiquing. I can connect with every little aspect of it except that I'm not a man.