Old Bruises

The bruises I wake up with

Feeling tired, sore, and stiff

I wonder where they come from

I wonder if something’s wrong

When I look at you, I don’t see

A man of anger, who wants to hurt me

I see a boy, sad and lonely

Full of yearning, full of need

When I look in a mirror

There is this exhaustion

The circles around my eyes

I wonder they come from

When I look at you, I don’t see

A sick man, over come by a devil’s creed

I see a boy, crying in the dark

Full of longing, hiding a spark

I pretend it doesn't hurt

I pretend it is not me

Taking blows and cutting words

Huddled in the corner crying

People ask what's wrong

My smile never reaches my eyes

But I tell the lie, the age old song

Nothings wrong, I'm fine...