i can mix colors but i have no talent only i can see the scars on my face no one else is aware i cant rhyme words i cant express it on paper maybe you could see it in my eyes ill stay hidden behind my dark frames i like to imagine myself as a character in a book and im the narrator the audience can see everything i can only sit under these trees of red and orange with the smell of fall in the wind and the company of my books faintly iron and wine plays in the back of my mind a tune for every move for every fallow my hero is v(vendetta) in case your wondering hes something i would like to think i could be one day. i have no hate no anger. but for the people i want to change the world. anyone can change if they try we have to put hope back in their lives