wish of the boy
People think my life is simple and just walk
by
Never knowing how much i wish to fly
To
sore into that open sky
To fly so many miles
high
To feel myself walking on air
...To
hide any kind of dispare
Ahh the wish's of a
teenage boy
Wishing to be more then some
forgotten toy
Wanting to open his heart to
see
All the good things he one day will be
one of the best poems ive written and one that
discribes me well
 Rising storm
dont wanna listen
well i wont speak
wont hear me out
well i'm at my peak
anger is rising
the calm is gone
red eyed horizen
and blue eyed dawn
misinterpret me
its your loss
misjudge me
your not my boss
wanna get along now
well its to late
wanna hear me out now
well i wont clear the
plate
you wanna hear me
then listen close
get out of my life
enless your willing to
learn
glass is shattered
the mask is gone
no longer is a happy face
in my dawn
anger is here
but dont get me wrong
its not all your fault
but you egged it
on