smile!

And so the boy finds himself here again

In an empty space

The silence comforting but lonely

Nothing but a mirror and God to talk to

Which is more than enough

People are much too complicated

And after multiple attempts at conversation

He finds more solace in talking to a microphone

As expression

A light of hope that turned into a feverish passion

Tears run down his face as his therapist listens in earnest

Watching him breakdown its seen the worst of the worst