A Reaction Poem by Gary McPhail

we never seen his pain,
The love of his heart will never beat the same,
silenced in his sorrow with only doubt to blame,
never will there be a tomorrow with anything to gain,
living so hollow in the pity of shame,
actions unpredictable like the weather turning sunny to rain,

They say simplicity is better for him if not the best,
so he keeps it slow when hes put to the test,
no one to have a battle with to relieve some stress,
thoughts a mess not in order, dont rest when someone crosses your boarder,
stop livin in the corner, go to a place warmer, believe your a transformer,
steam the place out and sweat in the sauner,
my weapon is my peformer,
best not show to show too much, im only wanting to touch
upon the fact that no ones mind is completley in tact,

Dont panick on the scene dont stumble on the green,
I set my own theme to beam in the cream,
I lean away from being seen, who wants to see a skitzophrenic teen,
how do I play with the team if they dont play clean
Im mean, to keen to believe im unsafe,
I do percieve the world is a dangerous place,
I want the tatse, to be the case, already a waste so why not chase this race,
but you wont see my face, im hear to lace
a diffrerent way to spray the mace,
only one way to trace me down,
find that and ill be around, ill make my sound and be the clown,
bark like a dog if you need me to be the hound,
another day another pound, eatin more, eatin loud,
pressure in my crowd, i got hit and all i did was bow, wow.
Now lets not hope for peace, thats the least, i unleashed my beast and made a feast got close and did my most.