Her eyes stand out,
On a canvas full of ink,
The contrast between them,
"Nothing better," I think.

Her eyes reflect her heart,
And the liveliness of her soul.
She's like a problem, needing an answer,
And her eyes are the main goal.

The trees stand before me,
Like a crowd of men,
A jury of wooden minds,
Facing me again.

Unknowing of the consequences,
Of my actions’ reply,
These trees are the gates,
To the forest’s eye.

A whole journey ahead,
And I shall trek on,
I shall take the chance,
Before it is gone.

Take that chance,
Take that risk,
Just believe me,
It shan’t be brisk.

What’s wrong?
Are you really asking me that?

You see me standing alone,
In a hallway,
No one around,
And think something’s wrong.

You see me,
Head down,
Reading a book at lunch,
And think something’s wrong.

No other time,
Have you acknowledged my existance,
That I am even among you,
And now you ask ‘what’s wrong’?

Unbelieveable.

You don’t know who I am,
Yet assume you do,
Because you hear my name called,
Every morning,
Every period,
Every day.

Now, let me ask you something,
What’s wrong?

You have, no doubt,
Heard of the road less traveled,
It would probably be easier,
To call it the road untraveled.

Not many choose to take that path,
And that is, honestly, fair,
It may lead to something great,
But not many seem to care.

Not many walk it’s cobbles,
Hence the metaphorical name,
But the outcome of this path,
Will never be the same.

I can’t tell you what to do,
Or where to go from here,
You need to choose your path,
You need to face your fear.

This isn’t meant to be a poem,
Just a story about me,
A thing that happens often,
A thing not many people see.

Yet, it’s turning into one,
A poem, no doubt,
I don’t exactly control it,
But here’s what the story’s about.

I’m going through a time,
That life just seems bad,
My guardians tell me I have ‘insight’,
But all I feel is sad.

There doesn’t seem to be happiness,
And some people around me know,
But most are oblivious,
So I try put on a show.

I know that a friend is reading this,
And to this friend, I say hi,
I know that you know,
But it still feels like a lie.

When I need someone,
No one’s there,
Life seems to hate me,
It seems unfair.

But that’s not the case,
Or at least I hope,
Because there’s always a way out,
It’s like my safety rope.

So, to my friend, and anyone else,
I’m just here to say hi,
It wasn’t much of a story,
But now I say goodbye.