Eyes sunken behind cloak, gaunt face, with trace of pain, stiff lips, hard gaze, this is your life, peering out from behind the hood, paranoid expression, only emerging to scream abuse, then retreating back inside your armour, comfort inside the cloth, you worship, a place to escape the hurting, i dont see you as a threat, little boy in a mans demeanor, i pray for you sometimes, manchild,tossed to the streets, but far from the runt of the litter, i see you....I see YOU! And not the gangster you claim to be, that hood is not your salvation, take it down young man, and be free...