sharpening

I can not see what is in front of me. I can not hear the things that are near. But there is a difference between he and I, That has become very clear. You let the world tear me apart The person you once told you loved with all of your heart. The apple does not fall fast from the tree is what you last said to me. But I am not like you, I did not ignore the cries. I saw the fake ones fall from your eyes. With all of my anger and fears I found myself above them with out any tears. I actually made it out unlike you, Who treated me like the bottom of his shoe. I will be somebody,but not like you. When if I am- I'll be the better one too.