I wrote this way back in the 8th grade.

The Illusion
We're looking in the eyes of strangers we call friends.
Nobody wants to admit it, but it's the truth.
Sitting here, in this abandoned church,
Pretending gets us by, so we pretend we're fine.
Memorize the path's of each gaze, remembering hollow eyes.
It's like a black and white movie, all these shades of grey.

Each heart stands alone.
And beats in a time that's all it's own.
No Two a perfect match,
Even when two do seem to catch
It's just an illusion
One that we all know.

And as night falls, we all recoil into our own little balls.
Hiding in the darkness, till the light forces us out once more.
Continous cycle. On and on and on.
My thoughts are safe only in my head.
Where no one else can see them.
Sometimes, its's better that way.

Each day I stand alone.
Living in my mind that's all my own.
It's my perfect spot,
The secret psace that we've all got.
Or maybe it's just an illusion,
But we'll never know.

Everyone is waking up now, another day to life.
Going back to the church, and still pretending.
Our eyes are ever the same, as are our lonely hearts.
Forever is the pattern, it's how we always do.
Learning as little as possible, and giving that much too.
When this is all you've ever known, it can not be that bad.

Each person stands alone.
Possesing a dark soul all their own.
Living out the perfect lie.
It really doesn't matter how hard we try.
It's our illusion.
And we know.