I wonder if he sees their stares
The way they move after sudden outbursts
Grunts meaning more than his feelings hurt
His movements tell a story
He's speaking about a war
Whether physical or not, he knows not what he's fighting for
But without being able to pronounce
Mouth can't make words, verbs or pro nouns
He-he-he-he stutters when he wipes his nose
Which makes me wonder...
Mental or drug addiction?
Story first seen or non fiction
And yes there is a difference
See, eyes aren't movies, brain's... where memories of struggle replay
Impact of the pain just stays
And his eyes can't keep awake
So he screams inside
Blood curdling cries
Straining his voice to tell his story
The world a book he can never, ever leave.
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