Junk

He thought he was ingrown, 
torn and thrown
Without a father to see 
only half visible was his family tree
Peers would spit vile and exile
he felt the cracks of a broken smile With dangling hearts strings
ripped from his chest
nobody knew he was doing his best
But the mirror lied as he stared
and sighed
when the two sides would collide
the earth splits open it sucks him in but this hurt it is a sin
So he swallows his sorrows
For no one can see
What pain is hiding beneath
For if they see him
They will scream
They will scream...?

So he tells himself at least

But really all this is nonsense
I'm going to be honest 
He's the most loving human
And If only you knew him
His father must be idiotic
To leave behind a beauty so exotic
For this young man is no child
He should not be exiled
Because listen my dear
Do not fear
We trudge through the funk
But trust me
God does not make junk