Carlton

To this day I can never bring myself to call him Carl It's not that it's boring but it's blunt Unlike his name, Carlton Carrying the passion that drives him The ego that drowns him He introduced himself as Carl Probably why I didn't like him then Now all I can do is talk about him How he's intelligent and stupid How he pretends not to know something so that he cam listen to me explain it How he would cut his wrist if I asked to see his ulnar veins He's faster than light yet the light he carries is why I'm writing this He does try to be a good person, for the people he loves He does try I guess he's still in his trial and error stage Maybe later in life I'll meet the good person.. he is Maybe later in life I can see the beauty in calling him Carl And only then can I finish his biography....