Childhood Carries

Concrete in their stance
These walls don’t easily fall
A man, he seems so invincible on the outside
But he hides his wounds behind weathered eyes and a infectious laugh
Years of social torture, always the outcast
Never does he feel at home in is own skin
There is no release, no sanctuary
His serenity …. Unknown.

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