5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

A tribute to someone...I wonder if he can figure out who...

What is he hiding? A pain that others can't see..
And how does he go on? What can it be?
What is the sorrow that he writes?
And through his eyes he sees what sights?
Respected, perfected
Tears are brought to my eyes...
Inspected, infected
For how can any of it be a lie?
I read, and I cry
And why...and why...
For I have not felt like he shows
Knowledge beyond what I know
I put my fears out on ink
Belittling all that I think
But to him I cannot compare
His writings keep me ensnare
I wonder, why he writes thus?
How could someone be so tough?
For I have played my hand at the game
And I have lost more than I have gained
And he's here talking, laughing
His power flowing, never sapping
We all live, but he lives truly
No pretensions, never fooling
And yet he's sad, and that is seems
His love is just a simple dream