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He’s not always hyper you know. He can be serious. And it’s your entire fault that he seems to act so childishly. Oh yes, he’s so scared of what you’d all think of the real him. The serious Frank Iero. You’d just laugh thinking it was another of his jokes. He just wants to be liked. By all of you. You call yourself fans. You claim you know everything about him.
You don’t.
He’s scared of you. He hates putting on a show to please you, but now you’re used to him. To him kissing Gerard, to him trashing Bob’s drums, to him rolling about like a manic. He knows you’d boo him off the stage if he didn’t play to your belief of what he his.
He’s not gay. He’s not bi. He’s not like a five year old in an adult’s body. He’s My Frankie. My sweet, serious, scared little Frankie.
You don’t.
He’s scared of you. He hates putting on a show to please you, but now you’re used to him. To him kissing Gerard, to him trashing Bob’s drums, to him rolling about like a manic. He knows you’d boo him off the stage if he didn’t play to your belief of what he his.
He’s not gay. He’s not bi. He’s not like a five year old in an adult’s body. He’s My Frankie. My sweet, serious, scared little Frankie.
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