Tortured Soul (for Matt Hardy) by Becca Martin

There he stands my tortured soul,
All alone surrounded by worry and dought.
Pain surrounding his already broken heart,
He is at odds with himself.
Yes, he got what he wanted, his childhood dream,
To become what he is takes courage and strength.
His injuries show the physical pain,
But his emotional scars are covered by a thick layer of skin.
If you look in his eyes you will see,
There are questions he wants, needs to be answered.
Yet he'll never have those answers,
Therefor, forever he will say...
Always my tortured soul.