At fourteen year`s old
and a life that was not bold
He merely is ready to die
and be able to fly
up to where he can be himself

He has many a friend
but his life is in a giant bend
Believing that there is noone to talk to
He keepes it to himself until it is through
no matter the pain

He is always waging a war
But he never knows what it`s for
The people in his life never know
How his life is like a bow
Always tense and never relaxed

He wants to feel as if he belongs
But they ignore him and listen to their songs
All he really wants is to know himself
But noone helps and keeps to themself
And he is left alone in a crowd

Made by me
about me