Oranges

As a child many things are wanted.
The sky is different everyday.
Food has familiarity and mundaneness.
Tears are new every time anger seeps from their eyes.

As a child many things are needed,
A hug from a mother.
Tough love from a father. 
Sincerity of a stranger.

A whole lot of wants are needed.
And a whole lot of needs are unwanted. 

When an anthrophobic receives a sincere look;
He finds himself contempt in himself,
A hug from external dead addictions,
False love stuffed away in isolation,
Smiles reflecting boredom in a bathroom mirror. 

This child desires many things. 
And many things are unneeded.
This child of mine.
That is me and I him.
Wants to need a friend. 


And just so you know,
Pity smells like sulfur.
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