Sometimes the face lies
smiles portrayed disguise the rotten feelings inside
hide behind a mask; tied over flooded teary eyes
He smiles, A bit too much, and way too wide
Sometimes the life of the party feels dead within
filled with internal dread, beneath the costumes and the tales he spins
hiding in plain sight his act too loud, his dancing too proud
the pain he feels at his life running out
Sometimes the one that wants to help, to be the guiding star
the bright spark in a sky so dark, is the one calling for help from afar
so lost in the world, he just cannot cope
feels alone, left on a shelf of no hope
Sometimes the one who offers his heart on a page - love his gift
the one that will always be there when you need help or a lift
always offers his arms to hold
sometimes he is the one that needs a hand as his world feels grey and cold
Sometimes the one who will always talk, always there when you need
the one who will always speak, replies with speed
often sits by his phone at night
waiting in the pale moonlight for someone to call and ask if HE is alright
Sometimes the one that stands on the edge
tear filled eyes glazed over, sadly eyeing the ledge
where the cliff side bleeds from the night sky, you'll find him
the strongest of us - his thoughts are not on jumping
even though life is a jumble, and he struggles, head thumping
he is viewing the horizon
to watch a new dawn arising
taking in the view
of a future brand new
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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