Once I met a silly boy. Ordinary as could be. But not so ordinary. If you looked more carefully. The kid was smarter than the others. It was not hard to get it. But he's never been his mother's dream. He was too shy to admit it. He never had too many friends. He didn't handle it so well. It was not cool the kids from school. Just made his life a hell. He felt so different when he was. In his own world of his room. Where he could shine sing lullabies. Or just fly to the moon. So wrong he suffered alone. No one could see behind his smiling face. Stuck on this circle of innocent lies. That's where he could hide. He had to hold on. Insisting on his own denials. So he could feel human. He had to move on. Resisting a gazillion miles. So he could be like the others. The boy has grown and he has thrown. His past down the drain. But sometimes he still sheds a tear. When he recalls the pain. But he's not weak not such a freak. His feet are on the ground. Although he feels his future is lost. Somewhere to be found. So wrong he bears it alone. Different problems or maybe just the same. Stuck on his circle of innocent lies. Just trying to hide. He has to hold on. Insisting on his own denials. So he can feel human. He has to move on. Resisting a gazillion miles. So he can be like the others. But he can't fool himself by saying it's Ok. Deep inside he knows he's still afraid. Will anyone hear when he cries for help?. Or will he be forgotten like an old book on the shelf?. Once I met a silly boy. Ordinary as could be. But not so ordinary. If you looked more carefully