Haunted Fragments

My mind is a haunted fragment of compassion,

constantly thinking,blanking and suprressing.

what is it to you? all ye gentlemen that see nothing

all just focused on cheap shallowness and appearences

i decided to be different, i compare to myself

hidden behind big shirts and basketball shorts

yet underneath is nothing that is seen by the outside

nothing this world says can change my hopes and dreams

my love for my love is cemented inside

and i can't forget everything that they want me to hide

i feel through past and pretending that everything will piece together

contrasting and comparing on who's to blame on the source

yet markings are shown on both of our chests

and the realization is seeping through the floorboards, the blaming is not truth, but a lie.

because blaming is deceiving and believing is yielding; everything crawling in a circle

and you'll see a figure, standing before your eyes, clearly aware why they're here.

but when your mouth opens to speak, you lose all sound and are left with breathing and sadness thrusted upon your face.

And your eyes will say all the words that you needed to express without a sound