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His Poem
He wears a mask
Of agony
To hide the pain
Of his whole life.
He swears that no one
Understands
A life of loss and
Strife.
He has the
face of Heaven,
Each girl around
can see,
Although I doubt
they see that boy
As clearly as a
Girl like me.
Those girls, they
All reach out to him.
He listens to each one.
He treats them like
They are an angel,
It helps his pain to numb.
Then each girl
Sees beyond the mask,
His pain and monstrous ways.
They leave him and he sits
And stares, deciding on
A day.
And then he meets
Another girl,
The pattern soon repeats.
He wishes he could
Break the spell but he
Is too scared
Of defeat.
He blocks away
The one who sees
All that is truly wrong.
He sits there on his piano
Bench and plays and sings
Along.
He sings a song we
Both once loved,
A melancholy sound
He wishes he had realized
The truth he had just found.
I have loved him
All along,
He simply couldn't see.
Always was I there
For him, but he
Never loved me.
He finally drove me
Out the door and through
The wicker gate.
And now he really needs a friend.
But it is just too late.
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