You always smile,
And laugh.
So you don't understand this life.
You don't understand me.
I never smile,
Or laugh.
I understand.
I see reality.
You want to understand,
But you walk around with
Closed eyes
And a closed mind.
You want to understand,
But in your hands you hold
The truth.
You feel bad for me,
Because I know reality.
I feel bad for you,
Because you don't.
Reality is cruel and cold
But not knowing is worse.
How will you grow up
If you still think the world is perfect?
How will you know what is
Reality and what is
Your own imagination?
I tell you this,
And you sit and stare.
Because you still don't understand,
How you can die from the inside out,
And now this is our life,
Our world.
And how you're stuck here.
For what seems like forever.
But you shake your head.
You tell me no.
That that isn't our reality,
Our world.
I look at you.
Your smiling face,
Your bright eyes.
You know the truth,
But you hide it from yourself.
You keep hiding behind a mask
Of imagination,
And perfection.
Where a tragedy is losing your
Homework.
I get up,
And leave you forever.
Because you still don't want
To know the real truth.
You try to stop me from leaving.
You hand goes out to my wrist,
And I walk away.
Years later, I come back.
It's after high school, and
After college.
You're married,
And have kids.
Tied down,
Never free.
I see you from your window.
You see me,
But look past me.
You're still smiling,
And your eyes still sparkle.
Now it's your turn to walk away
Forever.
But I let you go
Because after all these years,
You still hide,
Behind your mask of
Imagination and perfection.
You still hold the truth in your hands.
But you keep your eyes closed.
You walk around with your eyes closed.
You don't see the poor,
The homeless, the starving.
You don't see the war, the destruction.
You don't look for the negatives,
Just make up the positives.
You don't see how your god isn't here,
How He isn't paying attention,
How He doesn't care anymore.
You don't see it,
And you don't know it.
The truth is right in front of you.
But you walk around it,
Using imagination and perfection
As your excuses.
Years later, you're dying.
Dead from the inside,
Dying from the outside.
I see you,
And I realize that you still don't know the truth.
You're dying
With nothing accomplished.
You never figured out what
Was always a harsh reality
To me.
So you can live and die in your perfection,
Though you call out to me,
I don't look back.
I walk away and I'll see a
Different you again.
The one that isn't afraid of the truth.
