UwU a poem about Ticci Toby

A boy age 17 hair color brown he had no joy he hated the world he seen Never smiling, always a frown he is now the third the third to allow all to get stitches he murdered his dad in his home he had no one to love he was called a freak he was homeschooled now he makes himself tough he thinks the voices are kinda neat he killed others and told them they were fooled he was called insane he didn't know how to explain the things he felt but now he isnt the same he has massive fame and the only way he knows normality has melt he was a kid with issues not being able to feel pain he held back a pit of anger now he tears off human tissues it started when the slender one came now he's even madder he was toby erin rogers he used to live sadly his sister died in a car drive he is now Ticci Toby he has become a proxy after his sisters death, he learned to thrive