A scornful stare, a hateful glance,
An awkward look, the looking glass.
Reflecting back on what I see,
A crooked smile, slighted me.
But it goes beyond the surface skin,
I see beneath what lies within.
The eyes betray what one would hide,
Those dark, deep secrets tucked away inside.
I gaze into my iris brown,
Joy becomes scorn, smile becomes frown.
I see the darkness that hides my guilt,
Hidden behind the walls I built.
Turning away from the mirror high,
To rid myself, of a miserable eye.
The lights glow warmly, and birds chatter with glee,
Children laugh and giggle, how perfect it all seems to be.
But under the veil, plays a different game,
Hatred and fear, far too difficult to tame.
Hate breeds violence, and in turn carries fear,
Soon all conspire against another, to each other, none will near.
Until each are segregated into their own little team,
And devastation begins, in their eyes does death gleam.
Now the lights are burnt, the birds are not fed,
Childred, invisible to all and the land is now dead.
Who will watch as I grow up? Who will catch me when i fall?
Who will help me during hard times? Have I any hope at all?
Some say life passes quickly, some say life is very tough,
Some say life will only let you down, is your life even enough?
Friends will come into your life, some are good enough to stay.
Friends sometimes leave rather early, friends sometimes must pass away.
Time holds all the cards at hand, time itself will never lie,
Time will always be a part of you, even after you die.