Your eyes tell me things you’re trying to hide, and it seems like I could get lost in them forever, however they could pass as limited and nothing more than physical.
That is the impression you aim for, but deep in them I know there is something more than the quiet man people know.
But a man is more of a compliment, because really you are just another boy scared shitless of the reckless world ahead of you.
I am scared to… and nothing you could say or do would change that, because it is not just us it is everyone.
I get it, you want to cast me aside because you think I'm a mistake, nothing more than a child, but that would be your way to hide what you really think of me.
I get you.
I know what you’re feeling; alone, helpless, and always in the dark because your terrified to experience anything new.
So what makes you so interesting to me?
That I question often, but I already know the answer and even then you feel that to, underneath it all there is ...the curiosity.
One difference between us is I don’t want to cower behind anymore.
I'm sick of this suffocating feeling, and so now here I am remaining to confront you because I won’t leave you behind either.
Can I save you from yourself?
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