Etheree Poem Assignment

You
Think You
Know my life,
But you really
only see one side.
You only see the kid
That wears his smile on as
he talks with the fake friends of his.
You don't see the kid who spends nights home,
with his tired eyes on the white ceiling,
his arms folded across his chest, praying
that someone emphathizes with him,
and the struggle his mind creates.
The anxious thoughts that flow out
of his brain, through his hands,
Up his spine, down to
his shaky legs,
he rests near
his bed;
here.