I watch him.
I watch over him,
all the time.
I wish that I could tell him of the passion I feel,
He can feel it every time we meet,
misunderstand the fire in my eyes as hate
not love.

I must pretend to hate.
Must pretend to see my enemy in his face
pretend his eyes remind me of a dead love.

Instead I see the sorrow
of a sould misunderstood and neglected.
Everybody sees you as The Golden Boy
he who can do anything.
They dont see the boy who only wants love and acceptance.

I would love to give you that and more
but instead to keep you safe I must show the world
a mask like yours; one of loathing.

So for now I will wait and keep you safe
knowing that you wont know
but also planning to show you how much I care
once the world is safe.