Too much,
Too soon,
A coward's last stand.

He couldn't face reality,
So he lived a fantasy --
Adorned a mask for all to see.

Ego made of glass,
All it takes is a tap to shatter his self esteem.

His dreams could save him,
Or they could enslave him,
The choice was up to him.

Tormented my dreams of evil,
Yet his heart was of gold.

Which path to take?
Which fork along a winding road?

No one understood the pain,
Not his brother, mother,
Nor ex-lover.

For no one but he
Felt such misery...

As the man they called

THE LONELY ONE

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