Defeated Hero Poem by N1n3x Phr3ak

I'm not a monster, I'm a sick man
Why did this happen to me, you must have a plan
The thought of death intrigues me, I don't shed a tear
But the thought of losing friends, gives me a fear

I remember when I lost a girl
It sent my body and mind into a twirl
My heart still aches, when I see her around
I catch myself glancing, seeing if she does the turn-around

I'm not a monster, I'm a sick man
I'm called Albino for a reason, I don't need a tan
I think of ofthers, before I think of myself
I feel like a toy, sitting on a shelf
People pick at me, and poke at me
But they haven't seen the real me

They laugh at my humor, and brag about my skill
But they don't know, is I'm not so real
I go with what people say, just to have fun
But it weighs my heart down by a ton
They call me albino, they call me powder, and even a heartless person
But I miss 1 thing, and that's being called hun

When I first got here, I was an emo sitting next to a tree
But all i thought about then, is what it truly means to be free
Sometimes I feel defated, my heart is re-chained
But to 1 person, that key still remains

I go with the flow now, I'm so lost and confused
But truly, I'm just a wandering baboon
I go place to place, looking for something to do
But my heart is dying, I feel it bleed blue

My family is slowly falling
But their love is through and through
How they make it through these times
It amazes me so much, I have hope for this god forsaken world.