I am the shadow in a large group of people The quiet boy that no one understands And no one takes seriously I am the poet who writes about all his feelings Good or bad I am the loner who only seeks love Yet looks in all the wrong places Hiding behind the mask when the time is right Failing at every opportunity he is given I am the question mark at the end of every misunderstanding I am sad and alone As I walk everywhere with my head pointing straight down Only looking up to watch the sunset I am the boy who hopes of one day gaining courage But when the time comes lose it all faster than a heartbeat I am lost..I am shy,awkward and sensitive I am prophet, because I've died and lived. I see you inside and out because I know what you're about.The colors that surround you yes, I see them too. The light and dark, shining and shadow I know the high and the low.I've witnessed the mist and unjustly struck by a liars fist. Feeling so amused by the ignorant, who understand not, the abused.I share my gifts with everyone, even if I know they'll never see the sun. Books can never tell what I see it's hidden in my heart, inside me.Despising the wicked Machiavellians I dread. Whether or not they say they good I'd stay away from them if I couldI have no interest in mind games I live my life with no shames. If it were you would it be the same? Then be like me and live no shame.Most days I'm average, depending on the lighting Reserved and quiet; with gift to make others smile or laugh I bathe in the feeling when I make people feel better about themselves A calm sense of belonging washes over me And I wouldn't change even if I wanted toA sensitive writer with a passion for cinema Likable, dependable, and loyal describe me best I have the perfect shoulder to cry or lean onWith humor that is greatly enjoyed by those who understandI breathe with music; each chord is my anchor A guitar is the key to my heart; film, a door to my personality A good movie can speak volumes about my persona A nerd with a heart of gold is a rock star in the makingEyes that hold a strong sense of knowledge and an old soul A customized version of nonconformity and acceptance I choose my own destiny, I live in the future Empathy is my main focus, without it I dieOverly dramatic, maybe, but it's only because I care A sentimental dreamer with modern expectations If I were to change, I think I would miss the old me And sometimes I wish I wasn't anything to be an example ofI'm my own burden; with an abundance of regrets in a bottle Why can't I be like everyone else; the kind who live to disagree Would it be easier to be the same? Would it be worthwhile? The ones who never wish to be anything else or never think of othersI'm not like that but I wish I was so I wouldn't be me My days are long and so are my nights; broken, lost, and free? I dislike being introverted; the only person I hate is myself I'm a handful in many ways if I don't feel comfortableIf I live to be one hundred, I'd still be the same Someone with misfortune printed as a middle name I often think, 'Will I be missed when I'm gone?' There is no easy answer and there never will beInto each life a little rain must fall For me, it's pours by the gallons, straight into dusk If I could, I'd harness the energy of the sun And sit back in the role of the blatantly strong one I carry the world on my shoulders, or so I'm told Waiting in the shadows for a better something I wish I was proud to be me