The Sad Soul

...The sad soul...
They never saw good in him,
He could spend much of his time...
Trying to impress them
And all they could say is, Jack does it better

...The sad soul...
She never saw good in him,
He could write her letters, buy her flowers...
Trying to win her heart.
And all she could say is that...
You are not my type...

...The sad soul...
Family never saw good in him,
He could spend much time trying to help...
And all they could say is that...
why can't you be like your brother?

He walked head facing down...
He never talked to anyone...
His note book became his closest friend,
He would always pour his
Anger
Obsesion
Love
Pain
and it will pay attention.

All the writing he did,
Sharing his feelings using the pen,
Writing it all out
Made him whole... it gave him hobby
it gave him purpose...