He who bears his pain with a smile,
Who's feats to some can only be described with an opened mouth expression of awe,
Who shakes their fist with open hands and a smile,
Vanquisher of a frown,
Fans I have many,
Friends maybe a few,
A friend is one who knows me
And to that I ask who
We live and we die, but,
If everyone will eventually die then isn't the meaning of life,
We live to inevitably die, one does not come without the other, it's our destiny, but,
Before I say goodbye,
Who am I?
When I see me in an old picture I see someone else.
Even the eyes in which my memories are viewed from are not that of my own.
They saw a picture of perfection but they couldn't see the cracks
They saw the smile to which they smiled back
So tall, beautiful, pleasing to see
They saw the smile but they couldn't see me
Don't let me show ugliness
Don't let me show evilness
Don't let me ever show hate,
Help me be kind, Clever, a blessing
When I look into your eyes
I know your thoughts I've been in your inner sanctuary opened your journals and read it's poems
I've met your creator and saw his paint brushes
I looked deeper, seeing the void where your fears lie smothered under the bosom of your dreams.