I Made A Story About That Guy..... Poem by luisa sanchez

I thinking about that guy who is that guy....
I can tell that guy has a story,
And I wonder and make my own.........
That weird guy sitting there looking hopeless......he wears glasses.
It may be that he is losing his family, he's stressed out about it, but he can't lose them because trying so hard to do whatever it takes.
His glasses cover up his sorrow, and his baldness represents his open-mindedness....
He tries to figure out life while he still can, but for some reason he can't...
His posture say a million words.his sad eyes say the world.....while figuring out who what when where why and how.who can he go to, what can make him better, when should he do it, why is he like that, but how will he begin his journey in loving himself again.
Will he ever reach the end, did he even begin, is it just him.
Can he leave this hell, can he beat the devil, will he make it? will he? can he...?
Well one day he will find out for himself....
As for now he will travel his mind and he will adventure his soul.....
Because we all have someone and he's going to find it.