No Title

Sick thoughts

Keep me alive

Make me stronger

Make me work harder

For a clean conscience.

There is a boy 

Who sits on my shoulder

Wide eyed and beaming

With pride's eyes and teeming

With expectations.

Holds my head up,

Keeps my gaze straight,

But just the world

Would crush

Only a child

Who sees so much and has so little to say.

I want to stay small,

For him,

But he only grows smaller,

"For me,"

he says.