Untitled…Part 1

ashamed at his metal disorders
bouts of depression that laid on his shoulders
insanity touts from boys and girls
“I must be mad,” he says
“what’s more to occur?”

lays in his room
his isolation chamber
alone with himself
his thoughts go and linger
what would this world offer
for someone who suffers
who lives below the expected
status quo

but happy is he with what he possess
an acute mind that observes
in quietness gathers
while everyone else
chase for riches and status
he quietly forms
meaningful patterns

(hmm id like to see where this story will take me…)

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