Weary Eyes

Sometimes when THEY look at me Laughing at what may become of what to see Aging gentle person becoming sicker and pale dying of loneliness because he is imprisoned in this cold iron jail Writing on the wall,a page from a diary I recall describing the fears and tears in kaleidoscope words How he shamed the people all around Pathetic little phrases in a most pessimistic sound Do they not see ,that I am an individual ,born out of another tree Bloom and well groomed to say what is truly in me These eyes are weary,though.. pain and despair that runs so far beside Emotions of depth and anger that cannot hide Leave me alone for I am returning home escape the bitter lies grown accustomed and pail to these wretched weary eyes