That little, introvert boy
Walks from his school back home.
His uniform fresh, through the day.
His water bottle, the shape of a dome.
His elder sibling was his only friend.
His eyes, lowered, transfixed on the ground.
He remembers his bullied days
and the depression in which he drowned.
Luck failed, despite his best behaviour.
Chances were lost, and he was made fun of.
"It is best, I remained unnoticed," he said,
Probably with emotions or lack thereof.
The sibling was there but for how long?
After all, the husband had to find a wife.
Cursing his inability to express his respect
for his sibling, he goes back to his loner life.
It was another day in the library,
But this time, someone was on the opposite seat.
Her eyes shimmered at his paperback:
The final book of a fantasy trilogy.
It was about a battle for a coveted trophy,
As the protagonist battles to take her back.
Such cherished moments were shortlived.
His childhood was wasted in self control,
He would grow up to be highly respected,
but not someone's beloved soul.
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