A.N: Hey guys! Not much love for the last couple chapters... Ah well. Nonetheless, I present another poem! Now with this one, I won't say who it is. To me, it could kinda go a couple of ways. If you think you have an idea, in a review let me know who you think it is and why. I'll let you know if you're right or not. Enjoy!
The Rules Of Life
He has no friends.
No one
refers to him
as such.
No one
cares enough
to love someone,
something,
like him.
He taught himself,
long ago,
not to feel.
What was the point?
Things changed.
People changed.
And then,
he met a certain someone
who made him change.
Someone who,
somehow,
pushed through his barriers.
Made him care,
made him vulnerable.
He would never admit it.
Not out loud,
nor even in his own thoughts.
The fact
that this person
could make him so..
weak.
Could make him feel
the way he did.
He shouldn't feel.
It was low,
becoming of him..
Wasn't it?