WolfQueen3462

They tell him that he's nothing, Beg him to disappear, They crush his hopes and dreams And realize his every fear. His pain and sadness never ends, His sorrow is their joy, And all he wants is a friendly hand, But he's not like the other boys. His gentle nature: It's an illusion, Eyes of emerald always gleam, Venturing into their lonely forests Fulfills his darkest dreams, And we all know the saying That nothing's what it seems, He's living a true nightmare, His life torn at the seams. They tell him that he's empty, His heart's not even real, They wonder if he even knows How love's supposed to feel. For who could love a d