~+~
In a world teeming with troubled teens,
teaming up against a world,
that wasn't what it seemed,
you walk around unaware
of the thought "friend or foe"
a blissful ignorance, like floral fragrance,
it beams from your face and rests in place behind others eyes
but they despise all colors other than gray,
so they took your ignorance and threw it away.
~+~
Now all signs point to the fact that you lead a pointless existence,
backed by the lack of existing persistence.
Consisting of contradicting contraptions,
machines made to lie and phrase it in {Captions}
A catchy way to catch your eyes
and keep them from seeing skies
made of blues and greens,
it seems you're just another one-in-a-million troubled teens.
~+~
We walk down paths placing value on scars we don't read through.
Deeming words of wisdom,
we haven't lived yet,
Deep truth.
it's lazy and crazy and a little bit stupid
but it's not like you alluded to a creature dreaming about Cupid
~+~
There's a crack in your mask,
a task not worth fixing
'cus if others see you're broken,
it might solve problems not worth listing.
and the crack in your mask only shows one eye,
the same one I saw spying on the existing.
you feel like you aren't living,
the only creature god felt cruel enough to keep gifting
breath to, now I'd like to take a step to-
-wards you and ask if you can see the crack in My mask too.
~+~
The weight of your pack is getting harder to track
It's an origin point over horizons you can't point to
A compass,
compacted into your forehead,
above your eyes,
a fear to step through
So even if we don't know where we're going,
when the fear of [knowing] points at you,
say confidently we've grown out of growing pain.