I search your words, <br />and i see fault in your voice, <br />I search your ideals, <br />and are left with lies, <br />I hope it's worth what we lost, <br />It's hard to know, <br />if i should have know this months ago, <br />could have saved myself from this disease, <br />that infects your veins, <br />and makes you take your time with your device, <br />that makes your color change, <br />from the bright aura, <br />to a dim, dull, and lonely aura, <br />that you were once scared of, <br />i didn't believe you could do that, <br />until you came and proved me wrong, <br />you placed blame on your plate, <br />and complained that you are full, <br />but ready for another helping of backstabbing, <br />your gonna spend another night, <br />all by yourself, <br />like your on the outside looking in, <br />cause the only friends you have are in your head, <br />confidence you never touched, <br />and friendship you never saw, <br />were in front of you the whole time, <br />but to yourself, you sacrificed your friends, <br />to be blind.<br /><br />Matthew Boisjolie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-86/
