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In My Eyes
He is beautiful,
His lips,
His eyes,
His smile,
He is one of a kind,
My kind.
Depression weeps over him like a willow in the sky of gray,
Schizophrenia daring his every lonely hour,
I hold him peacefully,
Trying my greatest to hold him down to this living hell.
Where Insanity plays in his mind like a child’s toy,
I try to cleanse his mind.
Under so much pressure I don’t want him to crack,
Fall to what people expect him to be, or even try to take the easy way out,
I’m in love with who he is,
not what they think he should be.
People so judgmental they don’t see what I see.
I walk with him on this cold beach of broken shells and icy waters.
We both hold one another’s hand through,
The chilling gates of depression.
We stand by each other,
No matter what is said,
We know who we are.
No one else knows what we’ve been through.
The eyes that glare and stare as you glide by.
The dos and don’ts of our time.
Trouble is what we’ve been through,
Juvenile delinquent, and class b misdemeanor,
Supervision and probation.
All that brought us here was anger handed to us by our parents,
Miss led by our role models.
To walk through our shoes is to walk through the center of a battle field.
They say I am a toxic influence of tar,
But influencing his inner strength versus his outer can’t be so bad.
I just want for him to be strong,
Stand on his own two feet without having a chance to fall any further than he already has.
To stand his ground, and make wise decisions.
They say he is a man,
Yes I see.
What is the definition?
A male human being,
That’s not my definition.
His character and carefree soul of a minor,
Show me differently.
Just because he is an adult by age doesn't mean that much is so.
He is not ready to be an adult,
At least not like I am.
Together we walk,
Walk the roiling roads of indecision.
Together we will stand our ground.
Make decisions as one.
No way can you stop us from standing up for what we believe is right.
They don’t see in him what I see.
His inner beauty takes over his outer,
If only you just wouldn't of thrown him away like you did,
you lost him and I have found him.
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