Turns

He walks all around,
just staring at the ground,

he fakes that akward smile,
and it turns into a frown,

he sits in his room,
crying at his home,

he pretends that he's okay,
and turns and is alone,

he wishes he were not here,
but pretends that he's alright,

he pretends that he can take it,
and the battle turns into a fight,

he's hated though he loves you,
you pretend that you don't care,

you gaze at him from a distance,
your gaze turns to a stare,

the hand held out in kindness,
soon, becomes a fist,

the parents that are not there,
soon turn into a mist,

the silence of his own breath,
stares at the world from the outside he made,

the smile that he's faking,
soon begins to fade.