Tainted

Called him tainted,
As a different picture he had painted,
They tried to fix him up,
Instead messed it all up..

He tried to comprehend,
How it all went out of hand,
Confounded and battered,
But the will to grow didn’t ever descend..

He carried up his broken pieces,
He started with the climb,
The will to fight the odds,
Had forgiven the society’s crime..

He started believing in everything,
He had known all along,
But never had the guts to follow,
As they had framed it all to be wrong..

Now he knows who’ll be there for him,
Not the people, not the crowd,
When no one is there,
One will always be: that’s him..

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