The Boy
When the boys eyes are closed he can already see
The visions of what he hoped his life would be
Then he awakes form the dream and light begins to paint the scene
Of this horrible life that he's forced to lead
And as he gets ready for school
He slides on his pants and puts on his shirt
Preparing for a new day of unrelenting hurt
Now visions of pain and sadness begin to fill his mind
He simply wants to be happy is that a crime?
He finally departs from his room with a backpack slung over his shoulder
Already preparing his mind to carry another boulder
The boy makes his way to the kitchen
As he sees the smoke begin to rise he knows that no one will listen
He sees his mom sittin
Until a man calls her name
He says "I need help in the back"
Stop! That's already a crack on his internal frame
Like a blood stain, it makes him feel insane
He then slowly blinks his eyes and continues to walk
Towards that unforgiving door that pain forever stalks
And when the black door is opened, the light blinds his eyes
And for a moment masks the world in a beautiful disguise
But once again as his eyes begin to adjust
The once beautiful illusion is now nothing but lies and disgust
It was nice for a moment to see a world of bliss
Where one can find true love or even experience their first kiss
But now back to reality
A place filled with brutality and principalities
Simply awaiting the chance to break you down over the smallest formalities
This was the prison that the boy was enclosed
But unfortunately for him, no one has yet to know…
So I'm here telling you in a personal way
That you need to shed light on a world filled with darkness today.