Where He Belongs

He dreamt of the future, he smiled on the past,
He dreaded the present, of the pain and the scars,
He roamed the streets, away from home,
Singing to himself, too scared to be alone,
Silence was the enemy, but people were too,
He wanted to trust, but only he knew,
Those kind words that they spoke, held nothing but lies,
Coated in sugar, meant a sweet disguise,
A trap for the broken, a home for the weak,
Any and all, the bold and the meek,
They didn't care as long as you signed,
They whispered deceiving words, they corrupted your mind,
Creating an illusion, as if you were fine,
Even though you aren't and all you want to do is cry,
The only way to heal is to let go of their hand,
To walk alone and find where you stand,
So that's what he did.
He mapped all the streets, he memorized each turn,
He traced them with his feet until he found what he needed to learn,
That he can live, he can die,
That he’s alone in society's eyes.
That the many outway the few.
But the few knew what he was going through,
They saw the evil, they lived the pain,
They found each other, They felt the rain,
Now all together, they feel at home,
All unique, they face the unknown,
They are still broken, but now they are strong,
He took their hand, now he belongs