He’s isolated and dedicated
His mind can do so much when he’s meditated
He uses his pen to make amends
With the pain he instilled onto the people he called his friends
The ones who love him truly stick around
While as the others walk away their footsteps make no sound
He then again vents and tries to move on
If a poem doesn’t get the job done then he writes himself a song
A beautiful mind doesn’t hide behind anything
A powerful mind will make something out of anything
He sits back to think
About what not to say when he speaks
But all that comes to mind
Is all the mistakes he made which is followed by grief


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