Simple

Nothing in life is easy, and nothing is as it seems,

Life seems difficult, with nothing to keep you upright,

You can go on believing that, however much you do,

But when you get down to it, It's not.

What if everyone believed that? Would the world stop?

No.

Life goes on, the earth keeps spinning,

And no matter how much you wish it would stop,

Have you ever just stopped?

Have you actually just stopped and thought about it?

You should,

It's quite Simple.

Broken Mask.

I'm happy. Apparently.

Not quite; I know that I could be,

If my chest burst, and my regrets all flew away.

I'd be happy.

If I could somehow find someone;

A key, to turn my misery into Joy.

I'd be happy.

I try to hide all my secrets beneath a mask,

To keep them all locked away, it's not good.

And if i could find someone to help me,

Someone to shatter this cold wall.

I'd be happy

Then I met you.

And suddenly I'm free, embracing the cool wind of change,

Feeling the tumblers turning in my chest, as you help me open up,

Feeling as the concealing mask crumbles away beneath your gentle fingers,

And I'm happy. 

The wind, as sure as it came, has gone again.

And I'm here, just grasping on to what's left.

Holding on to this Broken Mask.

Night-Time.

Lying in bed, I wait for the creatures of the concrete jungle outside to roam, I wait for the sound of the clockwork to start into motion. Tick, Tock, the sound of heels on the pavement as lionesses strut to the hunting ground, keen to find a mate. The baboons, howling insults at them with ape-like movements, toying with everything in sight, while the praying mantis, the complete opposite, waits in the shifting shadows for any prey that strays too close. All f them susceptible to the Mosquito above, hovering with wings like scissors, slicing through the veil of darkness and bringing it crashing down on those below. The smoky smell of the baboons below permeates my nostrils, trying to constrict my being with it's intoxicating tendrils. My bed, with it's sleepy smell protects me from the dangers outside. The large, white sheet, covering up the sounds as i hide, enveloped in it's soft, white tundra. My pillow, hiding my face from the glare of those outside, those waiting for some sign to enter.
My bed, my fortress of night-time, protecting me 'til dawn.

A bit about me.

This isn't going to start like one of my normal ones, and i know from the title it can't end like one, but i can't guarantee some parts of it won't be similar.
now, sat here with my dog on my lap, I've decided to tell you all a bit about me, some of it you probably already know, and some of it you probably don't, but oh well, just keep reading.
Anyway...
My Name is Sam John George, call me either, but don't say them at the same time. I will kill you. xD
I'm 15 and my birthday is 361 days after Christmas. work it out.
Most of the time I'm quiet, but if i don't feel as if something is right, i Will say/do something about it.
A lot of my life I've been bullied, I've only once sunk to physical violence as a result, sending the antagoniser to hospital as a result of a fractured rib. I will stick up for my friends in times of need, but if they betray me, i will never make an effort for them again.
About 4 years ago i went to a terrible school, i hated life, i tried to hang myself, the only thing that stopped me kicking the stool from beneath me was the thought of what meant the most to me in all the world, my friends.
My Friends, they became my saviours.
I'm satisfied with my life, despite all the bad things that've happened to me.
i think i'm done now.

Tormented

You're nearly always in 'a bad mood',
it's so often anyone might think it's that time of the month.
apart from the fact you're a boy.
Even in a good mood you seem to treat me un-equally,
would you like it if the roles were reversed?
If i told you i was close to punching you for asking a question,
how would you feel?

Next time try to think,
just imagine how i'd feel.
Tormented by a friend.

Reality

You think you can try to worm your way back into my life?
Pushing through with your slimy words,
you have no idea, you don't get it?
You're nothing, why do you keep trying?
everything i've wanted to say is bursting free,
pushing you away with a cry of cheer.
The fact is, you pushed me away.
Now it's my turn.
Face it, it's Reality.

Friendship.

Why is it that i feel as if i could disappear,

When there's something that keeps me from fading away.

Something that won't let go when i try,

If i untie these imprisoning restraints I'll hurt others.

These eternal shackles.

These Friendships.