The Unseen Eye

What do you do when you don't know what to say,
do you make it up and pretend to play.
Do you act like Jack and Gil,
and run up and down the hill.
Why do so many play in the dirt,
don't they know they might get hurt.
I can see all the tears in the eyes of the people walking down the hall,
and its not because they lost their ball.
They hide from the world of what happens at their home,
which makes them into another drone.
The girls in the hall are all the same,
they strive to be just like plain old Jane.
The guys are a little harder because some are plain old monsters,
while others are just regular old imposter's.
I've watched all of you the last three years,
and I can still see all of your tears.