Stumped

A rough and tough exterior might hide weakness inside,

A person may be as dead as he is wide.

He might be hiding fears unknown,

He might have had chances blown.

He might wake up in a sweat at night,

Rushing to turn on the light.

Maybe he never even sleeps,

Just sits on his desk and weeps.

He might be broken; little shards of glass,

Hurting him when people pass.

He might be a shell, just bidding his time,

Wondering what was his crime.

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