Untitled (S. Bean)

Within the depths of me
I try to grasp that one thing
That I feel is left
I slip, fall and return
Being the same melancholy soul
That I try not to be.
Be happy, keep that smile on.
They're not worried for you if you're smiling.
Kiss these cheeks, these salty cheeks,
These tear ridden pieces of flesh
That evaporates as you walk near.

This is the point that I get to.
When I have to stop and ask myself
If everything I've done is worth the trouble it caused.
"Would you rather be a normal young naive male?
Or would you rather stay the streetwise creature you've become?"
"Both."

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