I’d guess, in my eyes, you see a sad hurt child…
Locked up with own devices & beaten wild.
Though, that is not all there is to see in there.
That’s just the surface of an ocean of care.
A vast sea populated with monsters kind.
Misfit evolutions in a star child’s mind.
Compared with similarly unlucky shoes;
I’d defy odds, for, my soul I did not lose.
I hope you find your way inside here some day.
I’m a hell of a time; so, don’t turn away.
L.B.Stowe 