He displayed his dazzling smile, infront of the crowd.
He wore the perfect suit, to fit in the imperfect society.
He wore leather shoes to make a beautiful echo of his steps among the bustling crowd.
His hair, oh his hair was styled perfectly to enhance his feature.
His eyes were looking through everyone, just to show off his confident.
He flaunted his perfect facade, infront of the sorry excuse of the society.
But ever imagined, this perfect person was just, yet, another destroyed boy?
He was also the boy who cried out loud in the dead of the night.
He was also that boy who would rather be alone than stand among anyone else.
He was also that same boy who would read rather than go out partying.
He was that odd outcast among boys who would have his nose stucked in his book rather than drink vicious drinks.
He was the ‘nerd’ as everyone loved to called him.
Now he was able to flaunt his ‘nerdness’ infront of everyone.
Because he didn’t went with the flow.
Rather he fought to make his own flow.
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