The Truth in Poets' Lies

Loser?
Not loser
         just lost.
Not lost,
         just confused.
Not confused,
         just scared.
Not scared,
         just worried.
Not worried,
         just unfaithful.
Not unfaithful,
         just miss-understood.
Not misunderstood,
         just too independent.
Not too independent,
         just hypothetical.
Not hypothetical,
         just full of wonder.
Not full of wonder,
         just full of imagination.
Not full of imagination,
         just taught bullshit all my life.
Didn't teach bullshit all my life,
         was just pondering this simple life of mine.
Not simple,
         just void of all meaning.
Not void,
         just lost with love.
Not lost with love,
         just hidden away.
Not hidden,
         just never let out.
Not never let out,
         just forbidden.
Not forbidden,
         just locked and sealed deep within.
Not locked and sealed deep within,
         just fallen through the cracks of my consciousness.
         just hurt and broken and used one too many times.
Not hurt and broken too many times,
         just too precious to be passed around.
Not precious,
         just the beauty not glimpsed nor viewed.
Not beauty not glimpsed nor viewed,
         just not yet found the right eyes.
But the eyes of the night have been closed for too long to see such a beauty and love
         that has passed by so many times before.
Not the night, or at least no longer,
         just the queen of day conquering the dark.
But in the dark thee light will always shine
         if found by the eyes of the night.
Still, eyes that are closed will stay closed
         if they don't know what's beyond its lids.
But to see your beauty you must first let that beauty be seen
         and yet kept hidden, yet let all out.
And that's why we get hurt, or lonely,
         letting out too much or keeping it locked up through fear.
         but in the moments, that flash of lust or even love, we might show our true selves
         to be made of what will.
Yet we may be lonely and hurt,
         but we must pick up the pieces and ourselves
         and look to the future
         and not let the hurt keep us stuck in the past
         and do open your eyes to the people and things
         to their future to come.
But maybe not the future
         for I'm scared of what the future holds.
Hold over me, feel my true person inside
         and that's the eye opener.
The future is darkness, is night for non-believers
         so I hold onto the emotions of the moment.
But to fear what is to come is the shell that holds us back
         from what may be the future to come
         and it don't matter if we are a believer or not.
For we all have
         the demons and battles to look past and
         force our way through.
         but yet we shall only just let things happen
         and so with the things before us.
My demon is danger, and I've learned to take it off
         to feed off of it. Encase
         me in the danger I don't get in my cocoon of innocence
         thought I was tough and mean
         until I was confronted with this real world
         and decided it was going to nourish me.
I looked into the eyes of my demon and tell him
         exactly how I feel. But maybe I haven't yet.
         It's unclear.
But if we don't look at our demons and confront them
         you'll never know who you are yourself.
         I had mine a long time ago into which I have opened my eyes
         and seen and confronted life...
Wasn't easy but did accept
         and now I always keep the dark eyes of the night open.
I haven't had time to know my demons,
         or fight them off,
         but being engulfed in a fake knight
         I know I've gained a few.
And lost one.
         I'll know what I am missing.
         and I'll have to ride along on my danger;
         power up by  night,
         those skin-piercing eyes.
But in life we all gain and lose,
         but it's all about the choices we make,
         to keep and lose
But yet somethings in life we can't control,
         and for what we are missing will always be found sooner or later.
And for the eyes of yours
         I love them and are far from piercing,
         but yet speak and show a lot about you
         and who you are.
I k now I'll never find the same thrill again,
         or the same honesty.
The youth of my world
         are liars more than you
         who knows the night,
         the harsh reality of everything,
         and still smiles, at least enough to convince me
         you care.
And plain and simple, I led you here.
And you stayed.
That must mean something;
This I'll always remember.