His cold, grey eyes

Staring back at me

I wonder what he has to see

Do I know the real him,

The kid behind the mask?

Someday, I just might ask

He pretends to be tough

So no one knows what he goes through

Because he knows, there's nothing they can do

He's always so angry

He doesn't think about what to say

He'll hit anything that's in his way

His expression is always blank

And I don't know what to say

To help him get through the day

He shouldn't have to do this alone

I want to be there for him

Make his past seem not so grim

He talks back

Always doing something wrong

And it makes the day seem so long

When I look at his face

And see that rare smile,

I'd do anything to make it stay there for a while

I hate it when he yells,

He seems so out of control

How long before he reaches his toll?

I think about him a lot

I wonder at night

If he's gotten himself into another fight

When I see him the next morning

Bruises cover his precious face,

From last night's fighting race

I have never seen

His face stained with tears

I think he's hiding his fears

The way he lives;

He'll take another dive

How long can he stay alive?

His arm throws a punch

That's filled with hate

He's got a lot of his plate

He looks intimating

At first sight

Soon you find yourself thinking about him at night

At night

What does he think of?

I think, I think, it's him I love