The Silent Observer
Sits back and waits
As the information collects
Soaking his brain
With each lie told
By the slip of the tongue
By the tiny twitches of emotions so bold
Ever the seemingly gullible one
He gathers his treasures of
Incredible discrepancies that he holds near
Puts them in an order that only he trusts
To be the reasons why things seemed to others unclear
With his Book of Knowledge that only he knows
He returns with his "naive" self once more
Smiling his smile that gives way for others to throw in
Another chance for them to "settle the score"
Inside of him he knows the truth
The in-betweens and all the ways around
Of the way society is formed by the youth
That there isn't a sign of hope
We're all hell bound
©shandilace
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