Mr.Pen

Mr.Pen is my only friend,
the one who never leaves.
The one who sees my heat and soul,
the one who lets me breath.

Mr. Pen he never yells,
or says that I am wrong.
He is always there to listen,
when I sing the same old song.

But he is never there to comfort me
when I start to cry.
When I truly feel alone,
and think that I might die.

Mr.Pen is just a reflection,
of everything I see,
of the way I view the world,
and what I really believe.

He cannot help me if,
I cannot help myself.
So I close this book of sadness,
and leave it on the shelf.

I will face every day with a smile,
with my real friends by my side.
But if my world falls down again,
I know where Mr.Pen hides.
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