For this one reason,no words were ever spoken

In his own home no one knows him

He just smiles

Won't allow anyone to expose him

His true intention are revolting

Masks his mindset behind good

behavior and devotion

To those who make him lock away his emotions

A curse but ain't no magic potion

The look in his is just soulless

People don't know how to approach him

So he sits

Always alone

He moves to do what his told

He is the boy who grew with everything

Told everyday what he has to be

Alive but not living at all

A puppet until the final curtain call

So many strings

He's OK with being mannequin

Oblivious to what is even happening
Cause he doesn't have a mind of his own

So he just sits and waits to do what is told

Never will have a life of his own....The perfect son....