The World Scorns

A battle rages within, Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil, an ice prince some say, lacking emotions, a player some term he is an enigma the world doesn't understand awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall, one who is rarely missed, a friend to few...an advisor to all hardly speaking, his silence intrigues all A troubled soul few understand fighting the ghosts of his past forever conscious, his failings his battle scars his betrayals forced handcuffs he is forever a prisoner staring out of the moonlight window to a world born free yearning to be carefree but careful not to let the guard slip he mocks the world, its ways, its bashfulness on guard forever, he watches like a hawk The silent assassin his code name a guardian angel to troubled souls, careful not to get too close a scornful smile his trademark an ice prince is he? or is he the dark lord? The versions are many, the truth no one knows questions still unanswered What is the reason behind the silence? what's the story behind the mocking smile? was it a love that left? was it a betrayal so strong? is he an actor...or a player.. as the world terms? or is he the one who they simply fail to understand? behind the veil who's the one? is it a heart broken? the blunt knife stabbed through and through till the wounds stopped bleeding and the blood turned to ice? all the emotions sucked out....a living zombie the mystery shall never be solved its a secret he shall carry to his grave Forced to go into a shell He breaks all shackles single mindedly pursuing the dream The next battle brings more challenges the enemy is strong, his tricks many he is marked to lose, a tragic hero tale consigned to be his fate his only solace,the daunting challenge ahead He bears it with a smile the insults, the doubts, he seems to cherish it all he's the warrior prince, the one marked out sweet pain and soothing grief his only faithful companions He is a freak, a misfit, a joke The world jeers and mocks His serene composure irritates them and forces them to scorn Stoically he bears it all, pitying their shallowness, their lack of insight humours him, its not them he wishes to fight his demons are much hideous his battles far personal with pity in his heart he forgives them all. Few can ever see the true countenance behind the mask the emotions and the pain surging within his eyes let loose rivulets, his soul forever tormented, his only wish to lie undisturbed his only question will his heart ever rest in peace??