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The young man,
Alone in a world.
But only because he wants to be.
When you’re different,
The minority,
You try to blend in,
Act straight and normal,
Act like everyone else.
Is it any wonder why he’s mad?

Not a bad life.
The suburban hell.
Escape the noose of the city.
Darker nights,
But brighter stars.
The dreams that never come true,
His dreams.

Masterful,
Control,
Honor.

What do they mean?

Thinking.
I do it to much,
To hard,
Do I care too much?

Being beaten,
A pain to near.
Worst at your own game,
Now I face the consequences.

All my fault?
In a way…
Isn’t everything that way?

Everything is all wrong.
Nothing is good enough,
Will it ever be?

Who is he?
Why is he like that?
It’s so wrong.

The young man can hear those whispers,
Of an un-distant future.

An introduction to that man.
Quiet.
Hurt.
Strong.
Sweet.
Caring.
Week.
And cold.
Not hard to label,
But impossible to understand,
The mad young man.