Within

I can be real through the reflection of the mirror,

I can be real through everyone's eyes in the world,

But I can't be real through your naked eyes,

For only those eyes can look right through my soul.

Looking at me is like a boy,

a boy trap within a shell,

trying to break out,

to break for freedom.

Never before anyone would notice,

that the soul within me is that boy,

the boy that keeps crying,

wanting to let free of depression.

You see, I wish not to let that boy out,

for the cries is something I'm afraid to let loose,

but perhaps, you may tame the boy.

For you are the one, who can see within me.

Written by: Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin.

Note: Something I just wanna let it out during my sad times. Or I'm getting rusty, what do you think?