Water

Water, water on the floor pulling me down where is the door?

Who will save me from my sins, protect me from the demons within?

A million boys have already tried, and inside they got damaged and fried, 

I feel the dread and pain and disgrace, but look in the mirror I see the smile upon my face,

I feel the hurt, all the cracks, and scars,

looked for a boy as far as mars,

but if no one cares I'm going elsewhere,

cause I don't have to go there,

and all I need is love from my Lord!

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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