| Sixteen Years I met the world today, it was dark and cruel & all they had to say was that everything we think and feel Is really not our own But sometimes I still speak when no one�s around I feel like when I�m looking up, I�m really looking down I wish I could say that I was always real But I still can�t find the words to say half of what I feel Is this the world I�m meant to grow up in? I feel like giving up when I look at the sky Realizing that there is light only where I can�t fly A little boy shys away from a hand that�s about to crush his innocence But when will you understand that life is not what you can see He�s not too difficult to learn, not too happy to earn what he cannot take He�s up and running from himself Already finding peace but inside remains the guilt Growing up, they say is so easy they say, blocking away the memory But I know it�s just another way to lie to relieve the pain & do you think it�s easy for me to say how I feel? Like my past is something to remember & all this talk can steal away the presence of this monster & yes I do dream & I may seem like everything�s okay Like the world is just a storm that God can blow away But for sixteen years, that cloud�s been there drifting into this life I do fathom But here I remain still insane on the ground Left as a desireless phantom Yet I feel love, I feel pain, I feel loss when I feel vain When I feel hunger, I feel grace, I am content without a face I watch the streets go by The nameless faces that look to the sky The tender kisses of a child blowing bubbles towards the buildings styled I saw the world again, it was shallow and cruel & I remember when it seemed to shine just like a jewel I have lost all sense of direction, the feelings of my inner youth Still searching for some perfection Still searching for some truth I met the world today & everyone was the same Because they threw out everyone who wasn�t that way I want to smash the glass of the mirror to see who I really am Is this the type of world I was meant to grow up in? I still have sorrows, I still have hears-I still try to forget those sixteen years (December 19, 1999-16th Birthday) Eric James, copyright |