He was drowning in his fear,

His eyes cloudy and not so clear,

Walking down the halls and past his peers,

He wonders why they don't see his tears,

Don't they notice his scars and scratches?

Poor boy, his heart needing some patches,

For it is wrecked and a million times ripped,

From love and respect it has been stripped,

And who will be his hero, his first savior?

Who will tame his broken behavior?

Who will help this sad teenage boy,

Who will bring him a bit of hope and joy?

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Will it be you?