He...

Rubbishness everywhere
Fakeness becomes a reality
Darkness is the new light
And he still manages to smile

Turning the back
Hiding from the crowd
Avoiding the mirrors
And yet he manages to shout

The pale sun
The dark sky
The lonely moon
And yet he won’t cry

Is it what he expected of life?
Tears and joy
Strength and denial
Windows and the doors
Will someone step in?
Or will he step out of it forever?

Giving love and joy to others
Smiling and yet being sad
Enjoying the curse called life
Is there anything else to be had?