Once there was a boy
Sometimes he felt like a toy

He had anxiety
because he didn't fit into society

He felt like a void
He was never joyed

He felt depressed
so he could not rest

He didn't like his mother
He wanted another

He was in pain
He felt insane

There he sat in the doctors chair
while he nervously twisted his hair

Every night he wrote in his journal
about life eternal

He sat at the park in silence
only thinking of violence

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