You and I

Let me tell you a story about a boy
Who sought the joy in all his toys.
Sucking the marrow out of your life
Is now what's left since he died inside.


He started to be afraid of his doings
As if they had been all wrongdoings.
Therefore he grew up to be an introvert
With more than nothing to assert.

He used to see himself as a guilty being
But lately he gained more trust in him
And now he's well, looking through the wall
That used to prevent others to break his fall.