Spite

sitting in hopelessness, watching my life pass me by
staring in awe at the boy who has learned how to fly
dreaming that one day he'll reach out his soft hand to me
showing and glowing and flying 'till life has no need

wondering, pondering what made you seem so unreal
flying apparently means you have truths to conceal
words cannot say what I'm having the need to tell you
love hate confused in a world I don't know to be true

watching 'till the hope that I could someday learn to fly
inspires me so that I'm actually willing to try
landing in thornes that break me and cause me to bleed
Earth soaked in blood is not good for a new growing seed

watching you flying and wondring if it's worth the pain
holding it inside and causing my death from the strain
wasting away in a pain caused from something inside
go ahead, tell yourself, my ache will surely subside

sitting in hopelessness, watching my life pass me by
staring in spite at the boy who has learned how to fly
wishing that one day he'll fall from the sky down to me
and feel the pain that he caused with his "reality"