The strangers walk past the child,
Unknowingly adding to the burden.
Running from the oddity of the child’s sickness,
Making it seem mild
Or attempting to deny it’s existence.
In reality, however, only denying aid to fix the mess
Lying inside the child’s mind and fragmented soul.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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