Nice!

Mr. P. was mocked

For being alone in the land of Pairs.

The stares he received should have

Burned him to the core.

So in public to appease

The pissed off mob

He gave them what they wanted,

A scarred puppet on their strings.

But when he was alone he smiled.

Better alone then with a second soul

Who made you less and not two wholes

Molded into one by love, by chance by fate:

Not by social norms formed with

A barely hidden hate.