Random ramblings on the boy i love

Most days he seems to love his life
He strolls through the corridors as if he owns them
He holds his head high and expects admiration
He is perfectly comfortable in his own skin
Every day i see him looking at me confused
For i am the only one who seems to hate him
And every day i want to tell him the truth
As i see him turn away from his friends to leave,
And looks happier then than he had when with his posse

I wish i could explain to him that no matter how attractive he is, his public image is ugly
On the outside he is conceited, arrogant and completely unfeeling
He is intelligent, yet the sparks in his eyes he gets describing his recent creative writing project fade,
They seem barely there anymore
It is as if he is trying to shut out everything which makes him special

I want to tell him i know how he feels
And that despite what he thinks, he does deserve to be as blessed as he is
I want to tell him that it isnt his fault his home is broken
And that although his name is graffitied across girls notebooks
None of them know him like i do
And none of them would love him like i do if they knew the truth:
that inside he's just like the rest of us, and that he's afraid of opening up

And although he is scared of others hurting him,
I will always be there looking over his shoulder
Unknown to him burrowing deep into his heart
Going from the girl he thought couldnt hurt him to the one that could possibly hurt him the most
Of course, he doesnt know i love him
And he doesnt know i would never hurt him

Well, i guess there are a lot of things he doesnt know, even though he doesnt act like its the case.