i see the child in your eyes
crying
waiting
for the next disguise
you feel as if you have to hide
from the ones who hurt you
or the ones who have yet to die
the hatred seeping down each tear
growing
and progressing
by the year
the child who is waiting
won't wait much longer
too much to fight for
and only so much degrading
the end will come
where you can be set free
to find your peace
just wait for the next beat of the drum