Sorrow of a Boy
Sorrow is my name
A name like no other
It may seem just like any other
One thought of it can vanish like the mist
I wished to be known and seen
And people see me now
Not the true me
Not the fake me
Just me and still no one notices
The Sorrow that I carry
The lonelyness that I show
Yet I still vanish
When one sees
The complete me
Sorrow is my name
And Sorrow is my End.
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