The perfect child

Tangled in their dreams,
They were standing still,
Never smiling, not seeming to recover
Being mentally so ill.
A hard craving scream,
Made them will.

The perfect child was born,
He just waved away the storm.
Bringing joy which has been voiced loudly.
Carrying the thunder-cloud, he,
Himself.

Have you seen his eyes?
I clearly see that lightning strikes.
It's the purest disguise,
I look through.

The perfect child was torn,
Smiling for the dangerous world.
It's the mask he has always worn,
He shouldn't for his selfmade guilt.

Have you seen his eyes?
What are they longing for?
I look through the lies,
There in the mirror.