3 May 2012
No-one sees what your like behind closed doors, Except for me, I watch your moves; your detailed ways, Though why are you the one who cries to be free?
See the fact that I don't understand, Is how you fool them, keep up a show, When you and I both know you're torn inside, how does it feel, to be so low?
Torment is not what I would give you, Anger is all you prepare, For those innocent around you, Who unfortunately were born to care.
It's not your fault; your doing, That red is all you see, But try to imagine what it's like to see you suffer, Imagine what it's like for me.
We all design our own future, Whether its sketched, or in the folds of the sand, But it's hard to draw the perfect image, When the pen is in someone else's hand.
So I'll be persistent; keep up my efforts, In the hope that you will see, If you let me help, and ignore the temptation, You will have the choice, to become free.
I'm Too Close To Ignore It • Opuss № I