When I see you
curled up like a bug
rocking, surrounded by eyes
of unwelcoming people
or when I see you
in your black clothing
with the many silver chains
crying, looking for security
like a lost child
I think when I watch you
You miserable, unhappy tidbit of a child
Who used to be so outgoing, so funny, so unpredictable
You are still strong
Through all the pain
You are still holding on

 
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