Have you ever seen that boy who always carries a smile on his face, have you despised how he walks so confidently, and seems as though he holds no anger. Stress, or sadness. But you are so sure that inside, he is a quivering little boy. A boy who cannot hold back tears, and is huddled up in the darkest corner of his own mind.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BiQnT8z2Y
Well that boy holds no sadness, he holds that emotion that persuaded warriors to run spears and swords through bare flesh. Its the feeling the outlaw gets when he pulls that trigger, and adds another thousand dollars to his name. His darkest corner is small but its angry, its dark. But not with sadness, its the color of his anger's blood, smeared over the walls like a painter's portrait. 507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ICLuYeWcd
This boy holds anger like his waist holds his pants. This boy was not taught in school, and his past is the past society looks oh so down upon. Every night this little boy goes to sleep with crawling roaches, and scurrying rats. His future looks as grim as his present, but he's only seven.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmJYZ9GIvO
