His sorrow fills the room like shadows covering the corners of a room darkness, now falling off the walls, surrounding and consuming him he screams but no one wants to hear. His cries, low and sorrowful, mourning for release from this prison he has built around him. Aggression for those who have have wronged him and mis treated him. Anger and understanding are only two of his best traits remaining now. He creates and destroys worlds in his mind, where he knows he is safe. They, the ones who mock him, tear these worlds down and threaten everything he enjoys. At least within his head he is safe from those who hurt him. Anger, blind aggression and hate when thrown through words are made real, tangible, and far more painful than anything he has ever felt before the pain, never ceasing. He has many scars non of them are visible; he is always alone. Avoiding those who have hurt him, he tries his best. He tears his heart out just to feel,revealing to other people what kind of a person he is, just yo be attacked and hurt again and again. He may never find happiness, to him that emotion has been long forgotten. To his friends he shows momentary, temporary and not the true happiness he has been searching for but has given up on that long search. But one day these rare emotions of happiness, love and joy may be revealed to the world like a rare blossom; his heart may grow and reveal the true beauty within his heart mind and soul. This may happen one day; he may grow, but he feats that is the quite before the storm and much worse is in store for him. He might be ripped out of the ground and take. Away from thise who hurt him a place where he is finally safe, finally allowed to replant himself. Somewhere far away from those who judge him unfairingly by what they see and not what the discover. They are so quick to judge but not a quick to discover and understand. Somewhere where he can grow. One day he hopes his pain will be like a candle in a strong breeze being snuffed out. Allowing a spark of happiness to brighten his life and to give him light, a way to see a path of happiness and not pain, to show him the way. This flame growing brighter never to be snuffed out by a strong wind. Unfortunatly the pain in his heart has grown into something horrible that can not be blown out with a soft breeze but has rooted itself in his heart and has grown throughout his body consuming him like shadows folling off the walls now surrounding and consuming him. He may never find an end to this pain.