He hardly speaks to anyone
And his silence is nicely done
He hides his likes, loves, needs
None are aware of all his deeds
His simplicity confuses some
Lazy thinkers say he’s dumb
He looks as if perpetually sad
A mark of the times he’s had
Acquaintances think he is cool
Yet, his mind isn’t under his rule
It wanders aimlessly in dark alleys
Emotions up hills, down valleys
Negative to the point of harm
Right behind a veneer of calm
Smiles barely disguise defeatism
Perceptions show a deep schism
Hearty laughs never lasting long
Hiding an endless gloomy song
Can something let in the sun?
Or will it have to be someone?
Alluring but at what cost?
Is the charm worth a life lost?