Staring out the window,
Looking at the rain,
I see a teenage boy,
Who looks like he's in pain,
Tears run down his face,
Cuts across his arm,
I wonder what on earth
Could cause this boy such harm,
His eyes are dull and grey,
His hairs are flat and brown,
He stares right back at me,
With a tortured looking frown,
I reach towards the window,
Just how can it be?
That this frightened little boy,
Is just a reflection of me.
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