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What About You/Me?

Why do you question this boy so?
He belongs to me
And I am him
He is not of this world
And he is moreso not yours to mold and bend
He knows the truth
Though he knows not he does yet
And that is for his protection
To put his heart through
The furnace that is earth
Where is hell indeed
Hell comes whenever and wherever
Hell is of your own making

You amuse me
With your naive little truths
Juvenile rantings
If you only knew what mockery you are to him
What he thinks
Or what he thinks not
Compassion I admit
His only weakness
For he is a sponge
Ever ready to absorb whatever grime, filth
along with him
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Shhh
I hear his thoughts creeping in
Let me just finish a few more lines
And he can be with me
Or I can be with him
For he is speaking for both of us
And all but outside looking in is all we are
What about you?

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