He scarcely knew his own self,
From one minute he is so full of life to full of doubt.
Broken down and fallen,
The voices he heard calling.
Imagination that grew wild,
Since he was just a child.
His parents couldn't hold him down.
Bruised was his ego, his spirit, and all around.
Laughing in his own forgotten ways,
A mind so swollen, he was not okay.
He will rise up, but fall down again.
He's just one of those broken minded men.
©terrylin53
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