The Reflection

The Young King looked himself in the mirror and began to cry because he didn’t recognize what he saw before his eyes. He saw what looked like the shell of a man. He saw a failure; while everyone else seen one hell of a man.  He saw the little boy that was broken inside,  the people that labeled him bad, that didn’t give him a try. All of his life, he just wanted to be heard. Was that request too much to ask???  Did that sound absurd??  No one listened to his visions and dreams.  The only attention he would get was when he did bad things.  But why get mad when they labeled him that?? What you speak into existence eventually comes back.  At the house acting a fool, then it spread to the school, and later on to the block. He just wanted to be cool. He never felt good enough,  not even for family.

Nahlij

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