I sit here, and I stare at the wall as the one above me slowly falls.
Balding, face mad with rage. Ohhh I’d never want to be him, not in a million days.
So many scares; life threatens his very sanity, as a man is silently watched and bossed from cautious eyes. How frustrating can this be, to know that you will never be freed from the watch of those condescending eyes, having to bring back lies of how his day went, knowing that he is nothing but spent. Putting his frustrations against the greatest thing he can or will ever create, he unknowingly pushes the creation away. How sad is it that this creation mistakenly took frustration for hate, and wonders if so then why create…me. So this creation vows that if one day he shall make his own, he will never leave it with a feeling of distraught, that’s why he works so hard, so that he may never be bought. So Stay, stay away from those condescending eyes if happiness is truly what you seek in this bleak unforgiving realm that we call home, because we all know there is nothing you can do but put it in a poem.