Him Poem by alani blando

I remember the first time I saw HIM...
Emo as can be...
He was dressed up all in black...
His hair long and fuzzy... clouded with confusion & pain...
He sits by himself...
Not knowing how to fit in…

The past haunts him and he tries to run away from it...
He has faced a lot, but now...dose not know what to do...
He wants to cry, but can't...
To shy any way...
Then he looks up...up at me...
And whispers...

...Hey You...