Smashed into perception
I'm not the catch
the ladies think I am,
more like a mine in a field
of daisies,
more like the net,
dont let them see me regret
less I seem less
than what others label me as,
Im sick of stressing
or dressing up for other people's
standards of social crooning,
care is something I barely care for
anymore in this horrible house,
sick of staining your mouth
with words you oft not say
roles you play
the price paid to act this way,
the moon looks at me and laughs,
the trees wave goodbye
and the sun sets and forgets about me,
I am not the care free boy from my dreams
I am now the adult with worries and realities