I've been in between the lines for as long as I could remember.
The clouds dont hover over me and the sun turns it's back to me.
I am neither happy, nor sad, I am a boy in between the lines
My greatest struggle is that I struggle to feel, simple compassion at times is too much to show.
I may seem cold,
I am cold
And I am not
My heart is hard
But it is not
Even i cannot understand this
I am a mixture of everything good and bad
I am just in between the lines
Somehow I dont mind being here, at least here I am able to watch the world from two mirrors and then it is all revealed to me.

© M.X.M