Young boy, hair fluffy as cotton candy

Wide eyes, in deep dark hues

Staring deeply,

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.