His brown curls,
His pale skin,
His green eyes,
His dimpled smile,

His clear voice,
His funny jokes,
His beautiful singing,
His words so touching,

His staring look,
His button nose,
His happy laugh,
His determination,

Maybe he is just perfect,
Better than everyone else,
Or maybe, just maybe,
Its because he's him,

I almost cry,
But i never do,
A tear never spills,
my cheeks are clear,
i keep calm and carry on,
I keep calm and keep myself busy,
I live and i'm nearly always happy,
Except those sad and desperate moments,
When my eyes think they're water falls,
I'm all on my own,
Which makes me sad and lonely,
I try not to think,
I disappear forever,
I make the world swallow me,
Just for a couple on minutes,
I feel upset and mad,
Like i am trapped in a cage,
I sometimes hurt people,
I clear my mind and stay quiet,
I almost cry,
But i never do,

my anger twists inside me,
It always comes out,
I say things that i really mean,
But shouldn't be there,
I hunch back and always fall,
Onto the dusty floor,
My jelously rages over next,
I jump up and scream,
I find energy to fight and struggle,
I hate and loathe and repell,
I am horrible and all alone,
I get over it quickly,
And huddle back down again,
I do something like homework,
Or writing a poem,
But the anger is always there,

I look at the paper,
My eyes transfixed,
The more i think,
The more i sit clueless,
I try to get on,
But my head is throbbing,
I sink in my seat,
Almost crying,
I look at the clock,
It doesn't move,
I look at the question,
It doesn't move,
I look at my pencil,
It doesn't move,
It doesn't matter how much i practice,
I always get things false,
People think i'm thick,
I wish they were wrong,
I stare at the paper,
I feel jealous,
And irritated,
And very at fault,
I look ahead,
And feel useless,
Like i'm letting people down,
I want to throw my stuff on the floor,
And sometimes i just do,
But i can't hide forever,
Cause the maths finds me instead,

The emptiness inside, comes out and surrounds me,
Everytime i look it's still there,
It can't leave me,
But i still feel alone,
I walk down hallow doorways,
Trying not to think,
The emptiness that haunts me,
Warns me, i am alone,
The loneliness can not be filled,
It stays beneath my soul,
It creeps into my ear and whispers things,
That get inside my head,
They are so sharp, they scar me,
Burning under my skin,
But i don't show it,
I smile and carry on with everything,
My life is like a music box,
You wind it up, again and again,
It never gets tired or stops,
But i'm very lucky, or could do worse,
But it still haunts me,
The Ghost Of My Mind.....