judge him i dare you

hes just misunderstood.

by day hes a rebel


black eyed



sitting back in his chair with his glasses on

hiding sleeping eyes

and the teachers say nothing

are they scared?

no, they've given up.

but by night, he is

he is a kid

he is just a kid

with scars where no one can see.

hes screwed up too many times to be fixed

he settles with the fact

that he is the villain

the hated one

but hes just...

hes just misunderstood.



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