Looking at their smiles
I smile too.

I look to their eyes
Mine isn't true.

Their eyes shine with happiness and delight,
Mine are filled up with the darkness and fright.

But our smiles are the same
And no one sees past my sadness and shame.

I stare into the night,
Trying to breathe breaths of relief,
The moon and stars my only light,
I am thankful for the dark,
It hides the deepest demons,
They do not hide in the external world,
These monsters do run.
They chase us where we can not hide,
And where this is, is deep inside.
But still I feel alive,
Happiness is easily worn away,
And non-dark feeling tend not to stay,
I tell myself I'm normal,
How can I be normal when I am made up of sadness.

Those green eyes and long red hair,
A fox too cunning to stay close to me,
I am the predator and she is the prey,
Although it doesn't feel like that is to be,
I had my chance - Once.
I had the upper hand,
I squandered my chance,
Through the eye of the rifle I looked,
And never sealed it,
I took down crows instead,
But her the fox was the most beautiful,
She hunts now,
But not for me.

Facebooks News feed but it does not feed,
It fuels our perception of popularity,
It makes me wonder why is it this we need?
We get a thrill out of getting a like, it this humanity
Ruining ourselves with our own intelligence?
Are we not to evolve? This does not make sense,
On twitter we tweet,
But only birds tweet,
Birds are free and wild,
They do not worry about money or time,
Or if they can make the next line rhyme,
We are as free as a bird in a zoo,
Exact times to eat and use the loo,
We are slaves of our own mind,
These "intelligent" creatures which rule mankind