Still Alone Poem by Rey Contreras

Still Alone



The pain in which I bare leaves many to stare, they gaze upon my horrible self asking, what does this man offer?
This man does not offer fame, looks, or wealth. Oh how I wish for a new disguise to ease those constant staring eyes.
No not I
I still remain the same dreadful beast, the one who people love the least.



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