Young boy, hair fluffy as cotton candy
Wide eyes, in deep dark hues
As though a thousand stories to tell
With a mind running wild
You'll never know what's in store for us
With a spirit so high, a dull moment never in sight.
Ironic with how he conceals his woes
With too much of a gleeful twist
When deep down, he drowns in pain
A young boy he is, but a man by heart
Miserably brought up by pain and angst.