Eyes fixed straight ahead,
he doesn't see us.
In his own world.
I glance back at him,
and for a moment I forget how different he is.
A bubble boy living in his own universe,
beautiful in a world that he creates.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
