The man on the other side,
Who hides behind a comfortable disguise.
He aches for approval,
Though when it comes it never quite satisfies.
He walks down a path many have walked before,
Yearning for something he may never find.
He wanders the path, often neglecting things of great importance,
In search of something that'll make it all worthwhile,
But every time he moves closer to it, it seems farther away.
Many tell him he's loved,
But he can't seem to let himself believe it.
And although I'll never know him,
I hope he knows that someone out there cares.
Just a quick one hundred word poem I came up with that I needed to write down.
Thank you so much to @Mirkat for the title suggestion, her writing is awesome.