Another one of my re-added poems for hissy fit reasons...enjoy!
Perfection
By Angela Bruni..(Davis)
This perfect little boy,
No one see/reach his pain.
The way he bottles it up inside,
He's most likely to go insane.
He had everything he could ever want,
Now he hangs his head in shame.
The pretty boy frontman was so incredibly close,
To certain fame.
If only people knew,
The thoughts going though his messed with head.
They'd hurry up and help him,
Before he ends up dead.
Somehow he wants to move on,
Get away from the times.
That still ahunt and ruin him,
Hidding it in coffee stained notebook filled with rhymes.
His heart's in his throat,
And the fear's in his mind.
But where can he go?
When the world is so unkind.
There used to be good days,
And bad days were rare.
But now it's reversed,
He's too cold to care.
He needs a friend to hold close,
To take away his pain.
Through this nightmare,
So he won't die in vain.