Born Alone


Scars. 
Scars on his back. Constant bashing. 
Constant sadness. Tears rolling down his face, 
It's the same road all over again. 
What a similar feeling. 
Everybody needs him. 
He screams,  for in his pursuit of happiness he is alone. 
Just a lonely star in the cosmos, a galaxy full of stars, all just alike them but none resembling him.

Constant bashing, constant scars on his back. 
Whiplashes, whiplashes. Stop it. Stop it. 
He is supposed to be strong. He needs no pillar.

He was born alone and alone he shall die.

By: | Mfezeko Booi |

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