Indian Burial Ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe or the pain one suffers mentally  I don't even know if people can see the truth Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake We all know the fakness of what a human can put off We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind some that are so blind they can not imagine!  The things one can do The things one may hide A life filled with questioning A life full of hate and despair  A life of several lies A life with no reason of existing A series of depression A time of regret A worry of fear  A fear of ourselves  An unwritten book with no pen to write with Voice of reason