The Distant One

The distant one
The kid with a lot to say
But with too many obstacles
Blocking his way
The kid with amazing insight
And words so thick
That they clogged his windpipe
And now he barely speaks
And his mind overflows
So on a paper he leaks
Liquid gold because attention he seeks
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
So more lonely he grows
His mind is too scattered
He's bruised and he's battered
And when he looks into the mirror
It cracks and then shatters
Because his reflection doesn't matter
Only the latter that he climbs
All the time to survive
His eyes are closed
But his mind is alive