.....

I look at you, so perfect

Your life seems better than mine

Your eyes show no sympathy
to the pain i long to hide

but if only I see behind your eyes...seems weaker than mine

Pain doesn't show in paper

its hidden between the lines

those who can read can find some peace

others are left behind

But why is it all that I can think about

surrounded by roses

but all I see are thorns that may prick

blood will be richer than rose

maybe that's why I think

if I can be a little careful

I might save myself

but I know where i'm going

another road to lose myself

voices in the background

seems insignificant now

topics have changed

but the essence remain

character's have changed

but the story is always the same

Same old same

Oh so lame

cant be tamed

I feel so maimed

what's all this word play about

it doesn't make sense

those who can read will find some peace

others will be left behind