A Familiar Face

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- Carrie Minor

A boy, with smiles,
differing from his wrists.
Creating something special,
with his hatred in lists.

It fills me with despair;
from memories of there,
reminding me of a home.

His reasons are silent,
but scream from his skin.
Admitting what words can’t,
it all burning from within.

However I find it hard to believe:
that in this he could achieve
a place to call home.

There's a want in this world,
almost like any holy land.
It is the sharing of pain;
hoping for someone to understand.

So we all want this place,
an immensely deep space,
familiar enough to be home.

[rhymarhyma]

Beautifully written, kid. Absolutely.