A Poem (5)

He was sitting there,
all by himself.
Thinking about people;
how selfish they are,
always wondering how to change,
how to split from the rest.
Was there someone who cared?
Who would care?
But maybe that would be
too late.
He couldn’t hold on longer,
thinking no one cared.
But it wasn’t true.
There was someone who deeply cared.
But to the broken boy
that was a stranger.
He was selfish himself;
there is always someone
someone who cares.


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