The wandering eyes have stopped wandering

The eyes seem cold like stone

The wanderer is no longer wondering… why?

Eyes so deep yet so shallow, seeing the frost and the flame

The eyes be so hollow, he sees no more value

Fore only now the truth has been roused

Why does he fail? Why does he not want more?

Why doesn’t he follow his dreams?

The eyes gone so shallow believing in the “hallow man”

I just wanted to make you proud, I never wanted to fail

Now they know I am not a normal man. I am who I am

I was never taught to talk, so now i’m here writing it all for self reflection

But it hurts when I can’t be proud of my reflection. I have rippled and distorted.

I feel so much yet no one knows, I try and no one sees. I am far from who I was but I do not want to be that boy. I want to be in control of my future now. Why is it that we have to do so much just to live our dream? I can write, but nobody knows until I've “mastered” school. Why can the world not be the way it should be? Why is everyone forced to work and spend money… for what? To die? Why is it that the world cannot let dreams come true? To make a change, a real change for once.