Empathy

Tortured strangers remain unabashed towards an outsider for sharing his truth about a boy's virginity that was robbed with arousing conflict.
 Decades have since past and yet discountenance remains as a reminder because of their own struggles to heal as anyone should expect.
 The disdain that is brought on by one's own tragedy persist with rooted scars so deep that they can never mend.
 Empathy is a mere crutch that is too wobbly and unstable to bolster sympathy because of his gender and his circumstances differs from them.
 We are like lost souls trapped and never letting our true selves out.
 We must choose to try to heal and let it out or let it drag us down.
 If not we are like lost energy twisting through life never to be found.