They are the only ones who are sad. I’m the only one who stands by them. Three Blue Boys with heavy hearts, and lost souls. Three who stand out and don’t fit in. Three Unique boys who cry on my shoulder. From a simple phone call, I can feel the sadness, but I have to no words left of advice.
Their personality is hidden. They pretend to be someone they're not. They have a fake high to only hide the low and grab the sight of any hope and wake up to a new day of a chance to smile. This is how they live.
Let him forget his reason for crying, They’d all wish for the world to let them in, each forgetting the few who admired their true spark. Smile, smile, smile they say through the day. They survive.
When I’m around and keep smiling, when one laugh makes three smiles, then it is happiness I look at. When there is nothing left to fake its time for them to break. Three whose only reason is to smile and be different.