The people who carry,
that brake on the inside,
whose burdens they bury,

these stone angels can only hold so much,
who are still sensitive to the touch,
who will carry others,
but can collapse if hugged too much,

i see it in those deep blue eyes,
that stare back and hold my gaze,
that you have been hurt by lies,
and drown in a sad history's haze,

i'm here to tell you, you're not alone,
cause we are both made of stone,
or so we think,

as we hid those tears,
for all those fears,

that no one is there to catch you,
or give you the time of day,
well **** what they say,
we'll let our colors stay true,

so let me help hold the weight,
so you can find the strength,
to stand up straight,

cause your not a gargoyle,
but a stone angel,
don't let that blood boil,
stay strong and beautiful,
inside and out.

People see me as a whiteboard,
to be written on,
and passed to the masses,
To whom i am ******,

My flaws they try to erase,
as well as the imperfections on my face,

cause i'm a mold-able youth,
or an untouched canvas,
that can be painted,
and displayed,

i'm going to grab that marker,
and make my future less darker,
avoid your drama,
when this picture comes out wrong,

like this picture is not the right shade of black, brown, or white,
if you stare hard enough,
you can see the design in just the right light.

Masked,
you put on a show,
like your part of this eulogy,
you put on fake faces,
it is all ******* to me,

but which is preferred?,
that we switch?,
cause a fake face,
gets a fake reaction,
or haven't you heard?

take off the masks cause you already know,
that douches dress you up,
like part of their sick vanity show,

they kick you to the curb,
letting your fake face fall,
cause with fake faces,
you surely can't stand tall,

sure you kick my ***,
scoff at me from the back of class,
i'll wipe your dirt off,
take my shirt off,

to show the scars,
by when i'm hit with fancy cars,
getting beat up and beat down,
giving me a constant frown,

cause i'm no court jester,
that acts stupid,
not for my,
but your pleasure,

so release that pressure,
and let creativity fume,
don't waste a creative mind,
just let it bloom.