Third Person Reflection
Third Person Reflection (1/10/2006)
Though he tries to act real strong, he’s so burdened by this pressure
“He’s the man with all the answers” is the often made conjecture
And in between the lectures of the schools he’s never been in
Lies the weight against the wall to which it always pins him
And so the people spin him and look to him for guidance
Everyone is screaming “help” but all he hears is silence
Bearing a false smile and trying hard to never crumble
It’s when the calls are gone that he often slips and stumbles
He so often trips and fumbles and passes opportunity
Too busy with the world and he loses sight so foolishly
Wandering so cluelessly without a sense of time
Before he even notices, another year’s gone bye
Still, they weigh upon his mind even when he tries to shed it
The more he tries to fight, the more they’ll never get it
Every single sentence adds a little bit more pressure
And this guy’s about to break as he waits for what is never
It’s so tough to be the person that everyone needs help from
He used to be so young, but now he’s not so well strung
In his mind, the bell’s rung, and the fight’s already over
Though, nobody seems to notice as they place more on his shoulders
Cause as this guy gets older, they all think that he’s much wiser
But his silence is a boiling pot, the weight’s become the fire
And he hates to be a liar but he tries to be respectful
So he hides away the stress ’til the moment that you get through
And, though it may upset you, it’s not that he won’t trust you
He wants to get it out , but he’s scared that he’ll disgust you
Cause everything he was through paints a past of being lonely
This man inside this poem is the only one who knows me
Notes: A poetic summation of a conversation I had with Maria last night.
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