He punched the treadmill, it wasn't fast enough to carry his emotions.
They fell to his face, battered and bruised they began to swell.
Happiness were the tears that couldn't take it and ran away.
lonliness was the wail, which brought us all in and pushed us away.
he became a monster bent on making us smile, because it made him happy.
He lied straight to our faces, not with words but a crooked smile.
He's a man like us, but his heart was light turned to steel.
He raises his hand to God hoping to hold him.
When i met this man i laughed at him and pushed him down.
He with his hard earned optimism, a dreamer who ran away from his addictions.
And he does it all because i love and respect him, the man who is secretly me