The Fallen Poem by Born Frustrated

From a far, he seems at peace
living a normal life
yet once you look deep into his eyes
it is as clear and the edge of a knife

the torrment locked up, deep within
a hallow shell of a normal person
others cant see past the fake grin
the darkness that lies in his soul

he's got a hole
left by the ones who have broken his heart
he doesnt speak up for what he thinks or wants
his mind, is abstract art

This beast must awaken every so often
destroying his so called life
this time hes done, its his turn to fight back, he wont let this
demon keep him down so his eyes the soften

He will show the world hes not one of the fallen