I search and search every day
for that little boy who will play
the strings of my heart like
his favorite guitar

He says his dreams will take him far
as his lips press lightly
on the nape of my neck
He would trek 1,000 miles

just to make me smile
because he says I'm the only
thing that matters much
anymore

His past is pained but
that doesn't mean it has to mame
his future
FAME is not what he wants

His maturity never ceases to amaze me
A beautiful contrast to his constant
childlike ability to add light to any room
or give a smile to any star

It's sad that he won't go as far as he'd planned
I must condem him to memory
his freckles and the feeling of
running my fingers through his hair

It isn't fair that he was never there
in the first place

When people look at me,
I do not know what they see.
Do they see confidence
and a clear state of mind
The kind that could not be altered
by minor falters in life
A personality owned by a sense
of audacity no one's willing to challenge
nor mention should change

or

Do they see the insecurity
I hide I
pretend isn't there
because it's not fair
to drag down others with the way I feel
Never do I want others to see me kneel
to oceans of emotions
waves crashing inside my skull
my mind is never dull
always fighting who I'm supposed to be

And who I am