Faker
know your a faker, it,s in your eyes
hurt
Discomfort
Loneliness
exiled by a village of scum,
Scum that you strive to protect.
You crave there approval.
their attention.
And yet,
after all your hard work,
You're still sleeping on bloody, ripped sheets.
And live in a rundown old apartment.
The idiots you protect are the ones that cause you the most pain.
Your beat up in allies and refused acceptance into their shops.
I can see the gaping chasm of emptyness swelling in your soul.
Growing ever bigger.
I don't know how you can stand it.
I couldn't be that strong.
One things for sure,
you used to be good at faking
I never realized anything was wrong
Your facade of a stupid, hyperactive knucklehead was spot on.
But now its slipping.
I'm worried for you .
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Authers note: I wanted to add more but it diidnt flow right in my head. Tell me what you think. I know I know, it,s bad right?
The next chapter will be an actual chapter