A beloved child and friend,
A handsome and smooth talking teenager,
Who believed he would always succeed.
One day, he realized he was a thinker,
A poet, a singer…
Beauty was no more a matter.
Alone, he would lie for hours,
In a forest, near some flowers.
His friends recognized him no more,
Even his parents would ignore
The lonely boy curled up on the floor.
He was a loner, a dreamer,
A helpless romantic.
He isolated himself deeper.
Once, he entered a forest,
And never was he seen again,
For his thoughts caused his bane.