Behind the Lens
Without a care in the world I stare at the lens in front of me,what has become me
Behind the lens you will find the real me, not the one I appear to be
It's inside out, without a twist of doubt whats becoming of me, you see
I fear the soceity that lies in front of me, those murdered without being hear of
The innocent lives, leaving families to provide
ropes around throats all of their hurt inside, leaving the world to cry
There are broken families, there are people smoking weed
All trying to find the will to survie in this soceity
I hurt and yearn for peace in harmony to reunite the world we see
I lay awake and pray for those lost to fate that pulls
I proceed to smile for a while, behind the lens that help me pretend to be what the world wants to see
only it is not me....
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