Tuesday 11 December 2007

Poem: William

" William "

He can laugh.

He can smile, though he does not like to.

He can be sad sometimes.

He can get depressed.

He has cried once, that was for a short tick of time.

He can be hurt, he will never show it.

He can be angered, though you will never know.

He is not that special.

He can be more than a little strange.

He is ordinarily different.

At times extreme unusual in his wants and ways.

He can love, but he is afraid.

He can be trusted, even if he he would not be.

He can trust, but does not like to.

Responsible, he can be but it is something he can do without.

Violent he can be and terribly violent he has been.

He has dark secrets deep inside him.

Secrets he would not, can not, tell even the most loving ear.

He battles with himself constantly.

Thoughts and memories of life, life twisted.

He has suffered so much, suffered great pain.

He might holding it or he might be insane.

He is just a person.

And William is his name.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

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